[Stocke's head jerks around, startled, tendrils jagging out from his back. It takes him a second to catch Raynie's expression - then something unreadable flickers over his expression, and he inclines his head mutely.]
[Warning Raynie, apparently, means he glances back at her and waits until he's sure she's expecting it each time.]
[The surroundings, meanwhile, start to slip. The buildings are worn down - some damaged as if in siege, though that damage doesn't look new, and rebuilt in patchwork. The streets are closer together, the alleyways off them cramped; Stocke relaxes slightly as the density leaves less room for sunlight to fall to ground level. It means, conveniently enough, that he also stops dropping in and out of shadow form.]
[There's a red neon flicker off the walls some way in, faint while the sun hasn't yet set. Stocke pauses in front of a certain bar - leaning against the building, just next to the door, while he waits for Raynie to catch up.]
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[Warning Raynie, apparently, means he glances back at her and waits until he's sure she's expecting it each time.]
[The surroundings, meanwhile, start to slip. The buildings are worn down - some damaged as if in siege, though that damage doesn't look new, and rebuilt in patchwork. The streets are closer together, the alleyways off them cramped; Stocke relaxes slightly as the density leaves less room for sunlight to fall to ground level. It means, conveniently enough, that he also stops dropping in and out of shadow form.]
[There's a red neon flicker off the walls some way in, faint while the sun hasn't yet set. Stocke pauses in front of a certain bar - leaning against the building, just next to the door, while he waits for Raynie to catch up.]