by Victor Freud » Wed Mar 09, 2022 7:05 pm
With a raven perched on his shoulder Victor squatted down to take Will into his hands, one on top of his head and the other under his feet. And then, like he was crushing an empty beer can, he pushed his hands together suddenly - except he didn't clap his hands together, he stopped when they were still about 3-4 inches apart. Will, being used to shifting and such, probably wouldn't find the change in perspective too disorienting - after all they didn't exactly have an inner ear to get motion sick. But the feeling of intense pressure squeezing their entire body would be different.
The job done, he took the now pocket-sized green-haired young-man and put him in, appropriately, a large pocket that had been revealed when he opened up his coat. Convenient, it's almost like he'd factored that into his costume's design or something. And then he looked to Chase.
"Right, your turn."