Post by Alvis on Nov 29, 2021 23:15:49 GMT
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Though he gave the best possible attempt he could to move the sandbags, it quickly became clear that Alvis was not well-suited to this sort of task. Even if he was surrounded by everyday folk, he would likely still be a few noticeable steps behind- and these folk were far from everyday. A giant machine, several of the same person at once, and now a... ghost pirate? It was safe to say that Alvis Holt, a 5'6" mouse of a man in a sweater vest and loafers, was not going to be able to match their efficiency in any way.
So, he had to help another way.
Without saying a word of what he was doing to his new, quite busy companions (he did not want to interrupt them at such an important time), Alvis turned around and took a few steps behind the sandbags, further towards the exteriors of the buildings that they were built to protect. There were people in those buildings, he thought. He had seen them. The people left behind at a time like this were stubborn in their idiocy- stubborn, but not immovable. Alvis... Alvis wasn't going to force them out, he was just going to give them the resources to make the right decision on their own terms- whilst there was still enough time to barely escape.
He closed his eyes and faced the building, focusing his mind on his surroundings as he built up to his attempt. Concrete. Sandbags. The last remaining palm trees, clinging on for dear life. Alvis opened his eyes, and projected a faux-internal thought into the minds of any civilian he could reach from where he stood.
So, he had to help another way.
Without saying a word of what he was doing to his new, quite busy companions (he did not want to interrupt them at such an important time), Alvis turned around and took a few steps behind the sandbags, further towards the exteriors of the buildings that they were built to protect. There were people in those buildings, he thought. He had seen them. The people left behind at a time like this were stubborn in their idiocy- stubborn, but not immovable. Alvis... Alvis wasn't going to force them out, he was just going to give them the resources to make the right decision on their own terms- whilst there was still enough time to barely escape.
He closed his eyes and faced the building, focusing his mind on his surroundings as he built up to his attempt. Concrete. Sandbags. The last remaining palm trees, clinging on for dear life. Alvis opened his eyes, and projected a faux-internal thought into the minds of any civilian he could reach from where he stood.
[attr="style","opacity:50%;display:inline"]The storm will hit soon. I think I should get behind some cover.