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The kid managed to disconnect the rider from the motorcycle using his mystical zippers, but the two weren’t separated for long. Hierophant Green heaved, but the rider and the vehicle quickly managed to get back together and start chasing after the kid once more.

West heard the kid yell at him to go after the [i]user[/i], whatever that meant… There was someone else hiding and controlling this motorcycle ghost it seemed?

[color=39b54a]“On it kid!”[/color] West yelled back at the kid running off.

West retracted Hierophant Green’s tentacles and dashed out of the alley looking around frantically, staring through windows and at passersby out on the street. Meanwhile, he sent Hierophant Green scrounging around corners and floating around the vicinity, also searching. Hierophant Green could peer through higher windows, and up on roofs. Surprisingly, this is something West would often do when he needed to find a missing cast or crew member back at the theater, looking with his own eyes, and switching back to Hierophant Green’s wider vision and reach.

He was a people person who worked with actors. He had a sense for people playing pretend, and began to scan his surroundings looking for anyone suspicious, or anyone trying to seem [i]too[/i] unsuspicious. Whoever was controlling this motorcycle menace could be hiding in plain sight.

[color=39b54a]“Where are you hiding, buddy?”[/color] West whispered under his breath. This whole situation was so …strange? Fantastical? Bizarre? Yeah, that was the perfect word, [i][color=39b54a]bizarre[/color][/i]. But it was also quite exhilarating. West felt like he was being a hero, something he’d rarely ever felt before.