[hr][center][@Hekazu] [color=tan]The Unnamable[/color][/center][hr]It was over. Finally so. It was over. [color=tan]"Good things come to those who wait, patience is rewarded",[/color] the man mumbled to the puppet sitting on the hand concealed within it. George turned his head towards his handler and nodded, the hunched form of his handler swiping the newly blood covered cudgel on the at last unmoving corpse, removing the worst of it before placing the instrument of directed violence back under the tattered coat. Now that the immediate threat was dealt with, there was more that needed attending to. One of these things would be their guide.

It had been awfully inconvenient of the man to die, that much had to be said. [color=tan]"Very well George, if you say a closer look is in order",[/color] the puppeteer would confirm with the raven haired doll and walk onward, checking the extent of the wounds on the man laying in the dirt and stinging sleet. [color=tan]"Not too good, but not too bad. You are correct George, you are correct indeed",[/color] the man resumed rambling and grabbed the deceased by the collar, starting to drag them towards their haven of safety.

The act of dragging was slow, and with the ever looming threat of falling to the acidic rain alternative means for this act were called for. With the broken rows of teeth bit together, the mind behind those purple eyes focused on a matter it had not bothered with for quite some time now. And the pathways of this reality were open to it, to both traverse and alter as seen fit. A foot was brought forward, and a piece of the road from several feet away rushed under the man's foot to carry them onwards, thrusting them to the hands of another piece. To those watching, the sudden burst in speed would be difficult to even follow, but what little could be made out was a blurry figure of both the puppeteer and the man being dragged, only with the slight sensation of something being wrong. But it was over soon, and the man would open the door and enter the building Sebastian had already brought the kid in.

Ignoring any adverse reactions of the child, the corpse of the guide would be dragged away from the door to make space and flopped off to the side. There had been no suspicious flashes in the mirror. There was a quick look around, but with no imminent threats remaining, the puppeteer would allow George another look at the corpse. [color=tan]"Yes George, all in due time. Good things come to those who wait",[/color] the puppeteer would confirm, before turning to face the spiral staircase. [color=tan]"But you are right, those crocodile tears are most infuriating."[/color]

>The Unnamable uses three (3) psi to use the Nomad's Step discipline, teleporting for 60 feet after dragging the corpse of the guide for 30 feet. With his focus having been shifted to said discipline, he gains an additional 10 feet of speed which is used to enter the safety of the building walls. Bonus action goes to mystic recovery once more. The Unnamable and the corpse of the Vistani guide Markus are now inside, near the door.