Yep. Sometimes it pays to have a soft-shell. "Hngh... I never want to do that again," he mutters. At least it sounds like Angelika had gotten out just fine.
Donnie takes a moment to just breathe deeply before he gets into a better position to see where the guards might be. Nothing else seems to have changed out here since he'd come in, save for a bit of shadow shifting with the movement of the sun. That might help a bit to start, but once he's over, that cover won't last long. Well, first things first...
Waiting is a pain but at least the Turtlekin is fairly patient enough to do so, plotting out his course so he can be ready to-
Now.
As soon as the guards have turned their back, he makes his move, clambering up higher along the pile of rubble to grab onto the belt as it rounds the end of conveyor. He pulls himself up as tightly as he can until it's carried him over the lip of the wall, and then he dangles as it begins its descent, looking out at the expanse of sand as he tries to plot out his best course away from here.
The sand is definitely going to be a problem. Stupid sand. A jumbo-sized fan would come in handy. ...or how about...
Donnie drops down, squinting across the open space. "...ohhh that's so stupid, but..." He slides a rod from the holster hanging from his belt and strapped to his thigh, flicking one end of it with the depression of a button to extend half of the collapsible staff. Then he concentrates as he looks at the tip, the magenta glow trademark of his strange brand of magic forming at a point before extending in lines as it builds itself up. He knows how fans work, he's helped fix them. Making one out of mystic energy isn't difficult to picture. The last lines connect and the otherwise translucent construct powers up, blowing a gust of air in his face.
"...relishing chuckle."
Dumb but it just might work..! He swings the fan end down behind him, craning a look back before he turns his attention forward. Time's already been ticking, just gotta get out there towards those boulders. He runs, still taking care to take a route that's not as sandy but there's only so much of those patches. Well, hopefully his mystic fan-head will cover the rest. Literally.
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Donnie takes a moment to just breathe deeply before he gets into a better position to see where the guards might be. Nothing else seems to have changed out here since he'd come in, save for a bit of shadow shifting with the movement of the sun. That might help a bit to start, but once he's over, that cover won't last long. Well, first things first...
Waiting is a pain but at least the Turtlekin is fairly patient enough to do so, plotting out his course so he can be ready to-
Now.
As soon as the guards have turned their back, he makes his move, clambering up higher along the pile of rubble to grab onto the belt as it rounds the end of conveyor. He pulls himself up as tightly as he can until it's carried him over the lip of the wall, and then he dangles as it begins its descent, looking out at the expanse of sand as he tries to plot out his best course away from here.
The sand is definitely going to be a problem. Stupid sand. A jumbo-sized fan would come in handy. ...or how about...
Donnie drops down, squinting across the open space. "...ohhh that's so stupid, but..." He slides a rod from the holster hanging from his belt and strapped to his thigh, flicking one end of it with the depression of a button to extend half of the collapsible staff. Then he concentrates as he looks at the tip, the magenta glow trademark of his strange brand of magic forming at a point before extending in lines as it builds itself up. He knows how fans work, he's helped fix them. Making one out of mystic energy isn't difficult to picture. The last lines connect and the otherwise translucent construct powers up, blowing a gust of air in his face.
"...relishing chuckle."
Dumb but it just might work..! He swings the fan end down behind him, craning a look back before he turns his attention forward. Time's already been ticking, just gotta get out there towards those boulders. He runs, still taking care to take a route that's not as sandy but there's only so much of those patches. Well, hopefully his mystic fan-head will cover the rest. Literally.