Shoka is surprisingly agile for a legless creature. On top of the graceful leaps she's somehow able to pull off, her true body seems almost formless, claws and tendrils of shadow extending from beneath her cloth disguise to pull her with ease along the side of the building—but she does allow Firepaw to help her up the final ledge and onto the roof.
Once there, she shuffles to the edge to admire the lights glimmering below. It is quiet here—much quieter than home—but still almost nostalgic.
"Not a bad view either..."
When she was still a Reaper, she'd often Telewarp up to the top of 104 or Tower Records just to be above it all for a while, and to watch the streams of people and cars passing through the streets below like blood through the vessels of some huge, alive creature. Bottlecap Bay isn't really on the same level, but there's still some amount of nightlife down there, sparkling in the dark. It's nice; peaceful. Truthfully, she's probably needed a bit of a reprieve from the crowded dens of the Spire herself.
Firepaw's last comment earns a tilt of her disguise-head.
"Aw, but I thought your Thunder-club gave you true freedom?"
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Once there, she shuffles to the edge to admire the lights glimmering below. It is quiet here—much quieter than home—but still almost nostalgic.
"Not a bad view either..."
When she was still a Reaper, she'd often Telewarp up to the top of 104 or Tower Records just to be above it all for a while, and to watch the streams of people and cars passing through the streets below like blood through the vessels of some huge, alive creature. Bottlecap Bay isn't really on the same level, but there's still some amount of nightlife down there, sparkling in the dark. It's nice; peaceful. Truthfully, she's probably needed a bit of a reprieve from the crowded dens of the Spire herself.
Firepaw's last comment earns a tilt of her disguise-head.
"Aw, but I thought your Thunder-club gave you true freedom?"