After a relaxing soak at Safrin's mirror, Hadama might have thought to return home to a peaceful hour or two of paperwork.
There was nothing peaceful about the scene that he teleported back to, however. The Tidebreaker arrived to purest chaos as he stepped from the Court of Stars, emerald eyes taking in the... everything... that was a veritable sea of small, dark, bouncing rubber balls pinging, bonging, spanging, and crashing their way through his city. Destruction attended them, the handmaiden and hallmark of the Family's interference, and the echoes of Vox's tooth-vibrating cry still echoed around Haulani as he looked up to floating islands and then let his gaze travel down along the waterfall of leaping, bounding ruin.
Where the balls landed in the canals or fountains they came to rest, their energy spent and clogging the waters, but many more continued to ricochet and leap throughout the buildings and off flesh and wood and stone. One particularly audacious specimen struck a pert pectoral and Hadama caught it on the rebound, his expression grimly neutral as he looked down upon what he held in his hand.
YOUR TRICEPS MAKE MY KIDNEYS SING it sparkled cheekily up at him.
Molars ground together as he drew a slow breath in through his nose and then released it before raising head and voice alike in a calm, steady rumble that filled the Court. "Bring the nets from the port," he ordered the guards - at least three without hats now - and anyone else who could hear him. "The finest ones, for the small fish. Use them to capture the balls. Abandoned with air magic and telekinesis, attempt to stop the ones still bouncing. Disintegration will work as well. Attuned with winged shifts, try to catch them while they are in the air. Move them to sand when you catch them, before they can do more damage. Ancients, Crack them, or use shadows to move them out of town."
He tucked the ball he held into a pocket of his trousers so that it would not continue bouncing and then gathered himself, feeling fresh strength and purpose flowing through him. It was instinct more than conscious thought that sent him stretching towards the sky.
Stretching up. And up. Lengthening, growing, changing as scales emerged across his sinuous body, black as night and shining with the echo of living stars. The Lóng Dragon leapt into the sky, wingless but flighted as he coiled with serpentine grace and the wind attended his passage, air magic swirling around him to snag the bouncing balls into the small, controlled cyclone he commanded as he sought to mitigate the damage.
There was nothing peaceful about the scene that he teleported back to, however. The Tidebreaker arrived to purest chaos as he stepped from the Court of Stars, emerald eyes taking in the... everything... that was a veritable sea of small, dark, bouncing rubber balls pinging, bonging, spanging, and crashing their way through his city. Destruction attended them, the handmaiden and hallmark of the Family's interference, and the echoes of Vox's tooth-vibrating cry still echoed around Haulani as he looked up to floating islands and then let his gaze travel down along the waterfall of leaping, bounding ruin.
Where the balls landed in the canals or fountains they came to rest, their energy spent and clogging the waters, but many more continued to ricochet and leap throughout the buildings and off flesh and wood and stone. One particularly audacious specimen struck a pert pectoral and Hadama caught it on the rebound, his expression grimly neutral as he looked down upon what he held in his hand.
YOUR TRICEPS MAKE MY KIDNEYS SING it sparkled cheekily up at him.
Molars ground together as he drew a slow breath in through his nose and then released it before raising head and voice alike in a calm, steady rumble that filled the Court. "Bring the nets from the port," he ordered the guards - at least three without hats now - and anyone else who could hear him. "The finest ones, for the small fish. Use them to capture the balls. Abandoned with air magic and telekinesis, attempt to stop the ones still bouncing. Disintegration will work as well. Attuned with winged shifts, try to catch them while they are in the air. Move them to sand when you catch them, before they can do more damage. Ancients, Crack them, or use shadows to move them out of town."
He tucked the ball he held into a pocket of his trousers so that it would not continue bouncing and then gathered himself, feeling fresh strength and purpose flowing through him. It was instinct more than conscious thought that sent him stretching towards the sky.
Stretching up. And up. Lengthening, growing, changing as scales emerged across his sinuous body, black as night and shining with the echo of living stars. The Lóng Dragon leapt into the sky, wingless but flighted as he coiled with serpentine grace and the wind attended his passage, air magic swirling around him to snag the bouncing balls into the small, controlled cyclone he commanded as he sought to mitigate the damage.
