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}Crossroads - An Exercise in Ludicrosity{

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Name: G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟OlOotHrYKara 'Mhkhl ThEKs
Age: 20,000 trillion more years than your perception is capable of handling.

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Origin: l͎̼͇̄̒́̿͋ͫͮͫ̅ͣ̄̂̽͆ͩ́ͪ͟~̵̣͔͙͈̖̦͖̼̘̳̝͕̞͇͔̭̆̍ͪ̍̿͌ͦ́ͭ͑̀ͥͅͅ-̸̛͎̜͍̥̳͖̤̝̲̣̲̣͔̲͔̱ͣͭ̂̌ͦ̔͒͆̃̌̑͋̽̐͋̇̑̀̏́͠~̸̌̌ͭ̓̿̾ͨͨͣ̆̆͐̃́́͢҉̣̫̦͉̣̣̪͓̼͕̥̭̩̙v̧̯̖̘̪̭͕̻̙̩̞̗̟̈ͤͤ͂͑̓͆̽ͯͬͩ̀́ͣ̏ͩ͘͠~̵̹̠̺͓̱̙̞̯͍͖̳̻̭͔̾ͫͬͯ̄̂ͤ̐̆ͨͧ͑ͫͫͯͫ̎̀̀̚͝^̶̷̨͉̦͕͇̘̳̯͔͆̓ͥ̍̐̆̉̒̒̆̚~̷̧̛̻̝͚͚̟̳̲̗͖̩͒̅͊͑̍̇̋̓͐̈́͋͊̈ͬ͒͋̂̚͝~̵͚̙̙̲̪̣ͬ̋̇ͣ̈́ͬ̂͌ͪ̒ͧ̚̚̕͘v̸̰̠͈͈͓̺̫ͤ͆̂ͣͨ͗̓́͢͟ͅ~̷͓̪̫͉̟̹̫͇̰̠̂̅̌ͤ̃ͥ̑͋̾̈̑̌ͦ́́͘͞ͅl̸̡̤̳͇̘̥̪̫͍̻̮͕̱̙̟͉̼̱̯̬̆ͯ̏́͌ͥ͊ͯ̎ͩͯ́~͋̆̆ͮ͑ͪ҉̸͏̤̞̲̙͍̲-̶̢̼̙̰̣͚̮͍̟̩͔̤́ͥͣ̏̎̄͋͂ͮ̽̓ͫͬ̈́́̏́ͅ~̸̨̧̭͇̙̖̫͖̦̹͉ͬ̐̏̃͒ͩ́͡!̧̖͇͉̱̯͓ͦ̉̉ͥ̐ͫ̽̐́͡͞
^{l̢̛̩̙̜̩̫̲̩͕̤̟͍̮͖̖̣̓̍ͭ͊̈́̎ͪ̈̽͐ͅ~̸̧̺̥͖͓̠̘̟̻̊̆͊͆ͪ̂̑̆̌̊ͤ́͢-̬͉̰̬͈̳͚̖̳̹̻̾̅ͫ̂ͩͪ͋ͮ͛̃ͨ̍ͫ͊̅̚̕͠~̵̛ͣͭͤ̊̈́͂̉ͥ͌̍̿̆͂͛͒͡҉̪̗̰̥̣̲̫̘̩̗̞v̶̸͓̮̦̩̗̹͉̬͙̰͉̙̥̜̬͔͙̯̌̋́͗͂̐̊̈́͊́͜͟~̸̷̶͙̫̞͍ͬ̈́ͩ͠^̷̴̬̖̳̩̗̭͖͈͖̉̓ͯ̾̉̚͘͞ͅ~̨̺͙̙̪̬͚̪̙̬̜̟̝͙̪͍̟̳͙̞ͧ͛̂̋̐̿̾ͬͣ͐̇͗̂̀̕̕~̵̺̹̠̥̼̰͔̼͕̝̥͕̦̾͛̐̔͐̓ͭ͐ͭͪ͢ͅv̼̟̳̳͚̗̩̬͔̹̱̤̓̂ͪͪ̈́͂ͤ͛͐́ͮͤ̊̏̅ͮ̐͢͟͡~ͩͬ̽͊̾̽̂ͬ̎̈́̓̈͑͊͊́͠͏̢̳̩͇̰̤̲̬̤̪͢ͅl̢̡̆ͭͧ͑̉̎͐ͥ̒ͮ͗̐̾̓̃̏ͯ̚҉̣̲͎̱̝̝̗̩̺͍ͅ~̷̸̶̖̺̰̹̳̗̬̰͔̤̗̼̺̲͈̱͍̫̋̐͆͗̀̅ͤͯͮ̐ͪ̎ͩ͌͗̽͊̀͟-̧̣̝̙̝͍ͮ̒̂ͩ̕͟͞~̸̡̻͉̙͖̤̩̞͈̺̦͆͐̈͛͌ͮ̐̽͂̚͘!̴̣̬̖͖̮̳̣͖̱̫̬̳̞͓͆̑̋͂ͯ͑̀́͞}

Appearance Details: The form it takes is approximately the size of a creature whose mass is consistent to that of eighteen grizzly bears that have been systematically compacted into the space in which an unladden semi would take up...divided by three, multiplied by 5 in the wrong order. As to G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟'s true form, well...I mean, have you ever seen a 12th dimensioned eyeball combined with an out of phase angellic artifact? Basically that, but bigger and more deranged.

History: It is said that once, long ago, before the hereafter of our present day, there existed a Paladin and a Thief. The former was corrupt and the latter stole only for virtuous reasons, using their earnings to offend the opulent and redistribute wealth to where it belonged. The Thief was a virtuous taxman and the Paladin was actually just a police officer. Allegedly. I don't know everything, okay, I'm just a guy named Eddy. Anyways, basically the two once swapped bodies because of the involverment of a Crossroads Entity by the name of, uh...yeah I don't know how to pronounce that...let's call her Haggis...actually let's just call her Karen.
Fucking Karen.
Essentially she dicked with their heads and played at the strings of their Esscentials ennacting upon them a terrible rule that required they spurn their roles and principles or be forever changed. For a time they managed to skirt the terrible rule, getting out on technicalities in Karen's poorly thought-up existential law, until finally one slipped up just enough to break the rule. The result was horrifying as the two contrary individuals were melded into one and twisted beyond recognition by horrible tortures indescribable with language of any quantifiable sort.

Think about the last time you went to McDonalds for example, or the first time you experienced a particularly horrifying bout of brief confusion. It was something like that, but stretched over the space of several millenia. Once Karen felt they had suffered--and that she was bored--enough to be relieved...she let them go. However, unlike she had expected, she found that they could not be returned to their prior state. In fact, she no longer had any control of them at all.

In fear at what she had created she attempted to seal it away, but instead only limited its movements to the Great Crossroads at the edge of the five/fifths of Yagneronomous the fifth of his ninth name. Since then that which we call G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟ has lurked about and terrorized the realms connected by the Crossroads, often trapping people in his cursed hordes and using them for his own _{*clears throat*} JUST amusement.

Still, he's great at parties.

Abilities: Perhaps its best known abolitah, G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟ has the universe's most loud, pervasive whisper possible. However, not in the traditional sense, for rather than flow merely through the vibrational realm in the form of sound, G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟'s voice is superimposed in the longitudinal patternshift of the great intra-physical matrices. As a result, the technically audible sound of G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟'s voice is rather quiet, whereas its insidious presence worms and writhes its way through the mind and being of those who hear it, resulting in a maddeningly loud, impossible to ignore psychic noise.

One of its lesser known, but more terrifying abilities, is hallucinatory phase-shapeshifting. This ability allows G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟ to freely alter his form, while appearing to never change. Similarly it also allows him to control how maddenning it is to look upon his visage. Sadly, his control is rather shit.

Belongings: Several large hordes of unattainable, fairly valuable treasures, kept in easily accessible locations, found frequently by adventurers. They are traps, no one leaves unless he allows it...and a Apple Watch which G̀r̸̵̕̕͡é̛͢͜͞g҉̶͟ wears on one of its eyestalks.

The G3TTTENING

Berlin, Germany
Consumer Tech Conference

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You're the camera man, nestled in a booth high above the floor where citizens bustle about below. There's windows so despite the cameras present for you to watch the goings on you're staring down at the floor manually. There's an air of excitement which you're almost high on--you idiot--and you find that time is getting away from you when you look at one of the many screens. It's been eight hours. Confused you doubletake, then rise from your seat as the world snaps into focus and you notice something bizarrely off about all the images displaying the main hall.

In a particular area things are blurrier around people, but not everyone. Sometimes it just seems like it's normal blur from people running or otherwise moving through the room. Then it becomes apparent that that isn't it. Some of the stationary people are blurred...distorted. Your eyes widen, and your pupils dilate. Suddenly you're on the floor and it's so warm.

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It's an unheard command, resonating through the fabric of the rift, warbling in defiant. Some men turn their heads, but no one notices.... No one, no, instead a suited fellow stops mid-sentence and tilts his head.

_{Boil and pus corrodes your mind. You--}

"Quiet you Cusp." The cameraman, awake again, sees the screens and everyone except him and the man are motionless, caught in stasis. Where before there were kid, now gone. Only those above the ascending ages.

"Calling out here is forbidden," the main says, loosening his tie and removing a device from his pockey.

It was magnificent. Sleek, complex, multifooceted, and other such douchery. You get the idea, it was a high tech, multidimensatudinal "Swiss" _{^{Not actually designed by the Swiss}} Army Knife. The unseen entity shuddered and as it did the lines in reality blurred and the blurred in the lines reality'd and the kid kooded and became coden and the man suddenly had a Codex, and the entry said

Who for art thou my Romea*, Why for art thou the destroyer who serves the Orange. Who serves the served, who is a server, who is the waiter at your birthday, singing a song of Vibrational Matrices, warping your mind, warping the kid, begettening them. It is from the Outside Without Insides. It fears confidence and that which who is the rending of sole.

You get the idea.

The man glances up from the codex and the blurring of the world is suddenly worsened as people beocum indistinguishable from smears of pain---t, their essentidus pulled in a vortex to the man as wings of black shattered riftstrains open from his back, extending. Light shines and carries out and is devoured.

IT shudders. IT cannot serve its master.

_FLEE

The Man grasps at the air and it shatters and is gotten. The Servant who Lies Unseen, who devours Unheard, who Corrupts Unspent, is swotten and smattered across the space.

The cameras return to normal, numerous people collapse. The "Swiss" Army Knife is drawn across the Man's throat and a strange lack of color filters out of him. He colfallses to the ground, but there is no mark.

You wonder what you've witnessed.

I wonder why I bother explaining it.

Yet here we are and yet we are here where we are.

"Who are you?" The Cameraman, Asc'thomas JameGren, precludes to me.

Oh me? I am just trapped here, much like you. I watch and I fill my time by describing the events of the fucked up worlds your kind--and others--reside in. Nothing serious. Just an observer.

Asc'thomas appears baffled...and then his expression goes blank and briefly the light in his eyes is grey, and white, and black, so grey once more. Then red, then he is not the Cameraman, then the Cameras are frustrated and shuddering with static, then he is Asc'thomas again, the red gone from his eyes, the unearthly sense gone from him.

"Wh-wha?"

Don't worry about it, that was just The Beyonder, even they are meaningless.

Anyways, have fun dealing with the trauma of being uncolored.

"What?"

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Far above a twisted reflection cast its gaze upon Universia, otherwise known as The Fourth Dimensional Planesworld, the world in which men and mer primarly dwell. You know, simplistic shit you should know by now. Ugh. Anyways, they're watcching and they're like big...and a mirror or whatever. Probably minorly important at lest.

Just keep it in mind I guess.

Bye.

_{^{Run. He returns.}}

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"Without The --------------~~~~~^~~~~~-------------- There Is Nothing."

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Name: The Vibratory State.
Age: There was once a shadow that passed through the cosmos. The Vibratory State is older even than this first shadow.
Origin: Neil Geiman theorized it; Stephen Hawking calculated it; They were all at the tip of the proverbial iceberg.
Appearance Details: An unseen, felt, presence. It is a thrum through your bones, a distortion of the natural world. It is that which bends and modulates. There is only its height--various--which goes from its lowest valley to its highest peak. It is everything, but it is invisible and without form.

History: Long lhong ago, before the fickle thing we call That Which Is In The Space Of Our Knowing--or TWIITSOOK for short--even existed with any cohesion, there was The Vibratory State. It is the primordial essence before all others. It has pervaded our world since time immemorial and will be present even after everything is gone.

Abilities: It is the vibration. It is sound. It is that which brings forth from the Without, creating substance from patterns.

Belongings: Nothing belongs to it nor does anything fall outside the purview of its ownership. In a way we are all but pets and lampposts to it.

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Spooky Wineglass

"*Teleports behind you*"

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Name: Spooky Wineglass.
Age: Spooky Wineglass.
Origin: The Great Beyond.
Appearance Details: It's a wineglass, that is spooky. Roughly 8 inches tall, with a more than ideal waistline and the perfect neck.
History: It is said that the Wineglass was wrought from the table of the Dark One. Ever has it been since, unable to return from whenst it came, it has instead taken to exerting its eldritch presence upon the world. Still, it has been so long since its arrival in our world that no one is truly sure of its origins aside from that it is not of this world or the realms that encircle it.

Perhaps one day a great magi will finally find cause--and the means--to banish it so that it may never terrorize our world again.

Abilities: While the full extent of its vast eldritch power is unknown, it does have an inexplicable way of turning up where you least expect and least desire it to be. It can never truly be drained and any liquid which enters it is turned into an unspeakably dark vintage of which the affects are unknown. It has been eons since any have dared to partake of its forbidden fluid.

Belongings: No, tis it which is the belonging to someone else.

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The Tower, a great edifice in the Central Pole where the land ends, and the ice reigns above and suburban. They say that once, long ago, Yule itself wrested the Tower from the Earth, and from it spread the great Calamity. Which, to be honest, the records say was not too great for everyone involved.

It's really all hearsay and heresy, you know how these things go.

"Yagen," the traveler said, in response, making me wonder how he could hear me, Eddy, your narrator...and also a small swirl in water...depending on your perspective. Yes, that's right, I am a small ephemeral phenomena that occurs only in liquids...at least in your Plane of being. Who knows how physics--or if physics rather--is even here. You know?

Do you know?

Because I don't.

This is all very confusing.

"It is said in legend, that there was that which was the most yagen that ever yagen. You could say, perhaps, that his was the yagenest of Yagen. The scholars are not quite sure from whensts and whilst the Yagen yagen'd. Or anything, or nothing. Who knows? We know only what we do not know, and we only know...that we know nothing. Which is to say that we know everything that is not nothing. True story."

Then the scholarly Beyoning Fidlsticks found himself promptly rent from our world. He should have paid the lease, but oh well, here we are.

Anywho, what was I saying?

Doesn't matter. Have fun.

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From there the wind swept across the plane of ice, scouring it of dust and snow, which eddied in the air raucously, but without warmth. You find yourself here, near the foot of the Tower. You have all come for different reasons...and you will all die depart in time.

So have at it, while you still can.

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Primer

Deep North, Where the Everblight reigns, something else stirs. Is it the dark One of legend, is it the Prime Simulacrum, or perhaps...perhaps it is that which is fabled.

Perhaps it is the Unrisen, the Ascended Being, the Creator and the Destroyer of all. Perhaps...it is Yule.

It which could never be removed.

Whatever it is, I welcome you, traveler, to the Crossroads, where worlds collide and sense has long since fled to the winds.

Prepare thyself.

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Seconder

This is a roleplay in which the ludicrous is central. It's a place for humor, and fun, and epic tales. The nonsensical calls this place its home and if you remember that, you will do well. Furthermore, if you recall that memes make the dream machine dream--and that this place is the dream machine, well you'll know that they too belong.

Yoshua171's Project Storage

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Primer

Deep North, Where the Everblight reigns, something else stirs. Is it the dark One of legend, is it the Prime Simulacrum, or perhaps...perhaps it is that which is fabled.

Perhaps it is the Unrisen, the Ascended Being, the Creator and the Destroyer of all. Perhaps...it is Yule.

It which could never be removed.

Whatever it is, I welcome you, traveler, to the Crossroads, where worlds collide and sense has long since fled to the winds.

Prepare thyself.

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Seconder

This is a roleplay in which the ludicrous is central. It's a place for humor, and fun, and epic tales. The nonsensical calls this place its home and if you remember that, you will do well. Furthermore, if you recall that memes make the dream machine dream--and that this place is the dream machine, well you'll know that they too belong.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chatterbox

Theme

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Mouth briefly agape as numerous members of his fanbase simply...vanished, Chatterbox was left reeling...that was until Whimsy pulled him into motionn. For a moment he followed, unthinking, and then his mind connected the events that had transpired and his focus narrowed. An angry snarl left his lips, a similarly unpleasant expression overtaking his features as he shot off rapidfire tap-commands and small vocal cues into comms with his thralls. He shifted the organization and had them focus on rescue, first-aid, and evacuation. They were to secure the place, with only a few of his empowered remaining in his concourse so he could use them when his power would have real impact.

Speaking of impact, he steered Whimsy, taking the lead, and guiding her in Alloy's direction even as he spoke through comms, loud enough only for them to hear. "Whimsy, we need to touch Alloy and see if her power can take out the rest of the bastard's machinery. It's one of our few chances to deal with him. Thunderbolt, get a bit of distance between you and the Doctor. I don't want any collateral, especially on our end." There was a vicious edge to his words, like he really, truly wanted the man to not just be defeated...but to suffer.

No one took his fans from him, his adoring, endearing followers were innocent and while he would put them in harms way, his intention was never for their lives to end. They weren't useful that way and they could not be with him that way. What the doctor had done was disgusting, beyond even what he would be willing to do for power or amusement or recognition. For that, he would pay. When they captured the bastard and the Broker took his powers, he would brainwash the disgusting freak, find out his weaknesses, that which he cared for most...and then he would give the man awareness of his own actions...so that the 'Good Doctor' could destroy all that he cared about without any control over his own actions.

At the thought of the misery the insect of a man would experience, a cruel smile touched his lips. That was how this had to end. The Doctor had made this personal...so he'd have to respond in kind.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa

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The other wards were encountering Protean, she noted, her Tulpa under the floor, slightly transposed with their target. Receiving intel through the comms and cameras via Decoy, she watched as Protean prepared something.

"I don't fucking think so," she snarled before activating comms.

"I'll deal with whatever he's planning to throw at you. Prepare a counterattack." That said, she finished formulating her projection.

Intent:
Swift/durable brawler. Small form capable of increasing in size and altering shape.

Traits:
Rubber-Flesh-Water(Malleable Outer Surfaces)+Lead(Dense), Steel-Flesh(Spring/Strength), Steel-Rubber(Sturdy Structure), Electricity(Energized), Air-Cloth(Light)| Lead(Heavy).

Powerset:
Baseline high physical resistance and strength. Enhanced reaction. Cellular modulation. Limit: Static physical composition; Static mass. Personal. Low end sonic projection. Limit: Non-damaging.

~~Alternate form. Size scaling. Size increase--error, incompatibility--temporary mass loss. Energy venting entanglement integration. Storage Method: Physical Integration. Reactive Venting Trigger: Uncontrollable. Trigger: Overload.

She locked things in, the silhouette—still in the floor—of her tulpa in the form of a six-limbed creature with deceptivly thin limbs, but a wide torso

"Stay standing..." was all she got before she made her decision.

Manifest.

At the speed of thought her projection's shadow rose from the ground between Protean and her team...and manifested. Immediately there was feedback. With the intention built in for it to protect and assist her teammates in taking out the target, the tulpa lunged towards Protean. It was wide of chest and hips, with four arms and two strange constructions that could be called legs. The arms were thin, Messiah could have wrapped her fingers around one with thumb and pointer finger comfortably touching. Its back had tiny inch long needles all over it and at the end of its arms were vicious looking claws. Its 'legs' were more like coils of muscle or vines if those muscles were...loose. Rather than claws, the legs terminated in splaying tendrils, each which ended in a sharp needle-like protrusion. It had no neck and its head was more like a nub, with no visible eyes or sensory organs. Its 'face' had colored patterns in red and silver on it, while its body was almost entirely steel grey, with winding, swirling markings. From the base of its spine extended something like a tail with the same composition as its 'legs', but much tighter wound.

In the midst of its charge, Protean struck. The end of its 'tail' splayed out as it began to be pushed back towards the Wards. The tail hit the ground and the needles extended into that ground. Suddenly it was anchored. The strike hit it square in the chest and immediately energy erupted off of its body into a three inch-field that crackled like electricity—the smell of ozone immediately apparent. Its form seemed less dense in the aftermath.

With no mouth or orifice to do so, it roared, then sprung back into action, moving towards Protean, seemingly unbothered by the mass it had lost or the veritable storm of crackling energy around it. Reaching with one of its right arms, it attempted to grab Protean's mantis shrimp limb. If the energy made contact it would burn and numb.

Meanwhile, Evelyn herself had taken up a position on the side of a hallway, back to the wall. She was sitting down with her eyes closed, counting in her head and managing her projection and the various intel it was feeding her.

"Don't let the field of energy around my projection touch you. Except you Messiah, your power will absorb it. I have the projection set to assist and protect you guys. I'll be keeping track of the timer on it and managing its actions."

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Arriving at Sylph's location, he noticed that she was on the ground. Landing, he swapped back into his human form once he'd made sure no one was nearby. He pulled out a white mask and put it on before addressing her. He was in civilian clothes otherwise, clearly not having had time to change due to the urgency of the situation.

"Sylph, are you o--" he stopped mid sentence as he saw what had been a child. He almost threw up, but grit his teeth and swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing and fists clenching. Rage flashed across his features and he put his hand on Sylph's shoulder.

"You have to get up. There's nothing you could have done, but there is something we can do together. If we take him out...we can stop others from sharing a similar fate." He paused, breathing deep, his gaze locked on the horrible sight of the little girl's ruined form. He wouldn't let himself shy away just because it was bad, he wouldn't look away just because it made him want to retch.

He would recognize what had happened while he hadn't been able to do anything. He would do better. "If you don't come with me, I'll have to do it myself. Chances are that will mean a lot of collateral property damage, but I'm willing to go that far to stop this bastard." That said, he stood up fully, pulling away, before he walked a distance and then shifted forms.

A flash of nausea, overpowered by a second rush of rage and he was in his Second Vessel again. The rumbling hollow voice of his form echoed out.

"Either way, I'm going to make sure Eyeblight pays for what he's done." He burst into movement, accelerating all at once as he flew, only several feet from the ground, towards the coffee shop.

As he reached it a pulse pushed out, weak, just enough to shatter the glass of the storefront. His senses told him how many people, their positions, and who was severely injured or otherwise. It also showed him Eyeblight's exact location. Without entering, for he was too big to do so and effectively fight, he turned his head and torso away from the coffee shop. Tentacles easily slid through the gaps the broken store front windows created, snaking at incredibly high speed directly for Eyeblight from several angles. He extended other limbs through the store as he spoke, "Everyone close your eyes, don't panic, I'm getting you out of there."

Those tentacles not attacking, deftly scooped up civilians and pulled them from the store, prioritizing those who weren't already prone on the floor. Those who were injured were likely already beyond his ability to save. Moving them might just worsen their condition. The goal was to get everyone out of the way so he could truly focus on taking down Eyeblight.