Tenacinde Modareno

[JFought]

"Señor Twig??" hissed Esperanza, her brows high. "Should you not be with your comrades, 'uh?"

As inappropriate as it was, Esperanza's confusion elicited a small smile from his lips. "Yet here I am," he responded simply.

He glanced at the door just as she did, and understanding the urgency of the situation accepted her rough prompting towards a hiding spot. He dove under the writing desk and curled up so that his cloak would blend him with the shade.

From his place, he licked his paw and focused on his energies. By now, it was obviously certain that his abilities had fundamentally changed, he could feel it now in the absence of anything familiar where his soul should have been. Which posed something of an issue, as it meant he no longer understood what he was capable of. He took his casting paw and flexed its claws into the shadows, hoping to discover something that had carried over.

 

[Jackie Cat]

He had new and unfamiliar powers indeed – the energies of this world abided by different rules to their counterparts in his own. However, there was similarity, too... At the edge of his proprioception, Phantom would feel a sense of his potential, quantified by the 'network' that bound him to the other Wayfarers. An invisible web of glittering psychic strands, traced through with light and darkness.

More mundane than that, however, was the ethereal chill that sprang readily to his meet his extended paw. The shadows responded. His soul bent willingly towards intangibility, spectral energies, the magic of Ghosts.

As he experimented with the properties of his soul, the master bedroom's door burst open, and the bulk of a large serpent pushed inward.

"You," rasped Rodrigo. He didn't sound shocked to see Esperanza. More...

"Disappointed, baron?" purred the outlaw. "I'm hurt! I thought you'd be pleased you could handle me yourself, uh?"