SpectralDragoon
Dark Knight
- Joined
- Feb 16, 2002
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Dex looks on at the scene in front of him, a little stunned by all that has taken place tonight. Slowly he lowers the weapon he's holding until it slips from his fingers and falls to the ground with a clatter.
He looks up toward the sky blankly, mind capturing the silhoutte of the crane and its enigmatic cargo against the moonlight. Dex leans against a cargo container with one arm, head down, back toward the waters of the harbor.
After a few minutes of thinking, a white glow emanates from Dex's hand and then in an instant disperses. Taking a deep breath, he turns around once more and opens his eyes, looking at the group of people around him. (Some may notice some new markings on the crate he was leaning against, an effect of Dex's ability to transfer images from his mind to objects, though he doesn't realize it yet.)
"Well, now what," he inquires, a bit exasperated.
He looks up toward the sky blankly, mind capturing the silhoutte of the crane and its enigmatic cargo against the moonlight. Dex leans against a cargo container with one arm, head down, back toward the waters of the harbor.
After a few minutes of thinking, a white glow emanates from Dex's hand and then in an instant disperses. Taking a deep breath, he turns around once more and opens his eyes, looking at the group of people around him. (Some may notice some new markings on the crate he was leaning against, an effect of Dex's ability to transfer images from his mind to objects, though he doesn't realize it yet.)
"Well, now what," he inquires, a bit exasperated.