[He gets it right away -- straight into his mind's eye, just like all the times Atem tested it. The face is different, but he knows the voice, and oh, no, she's in pain--! Dying? Why's she dying? She's not in trouble, is she...?
Being a demon is pretty carefree, but Atem himself has a well of caring so deep a demon's psych change barely scratches the surface. So, within seconds, he's throwing on a coat, the one that buttons around his wings, and has barely pulled on shoes before he's taking off out the back door, vaulting the rail of the eighth floor's fire escape, letting blue leathery wings catch him a few floors down and riding an updraft to just above the height of the buildings in this part of town.
He can't send a message, but he wonders if maybe she'll feel a connection between their hearts, if they believe enough -- stay there, he's coming.
It's happened to Atem before. Unity powers.
Anyway, north, north...there's a fair bit of ground to cover, since it's a big city, but luckily, Atem's still a flying type. He's had practice with three kinds of wings now, and these aren't so different from his fog form...
He looks at the image in his mind for any clues, anything in the periphery that might give him an idea of what to look for as he begins his sweep. If nothing else, the light fur will stand out against dirt -- Atem flies as high as he can while still getting a good look at the ground, gliding with his wings wide, flapping at intervals to maintain height.
Where, where, where...?
It's hard to listen to her like this. But Atem has to, in case she moves, in case something finds her before he does.]
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Being a demon is pretty carefree, but Atem himself has a well of caring so deep a demon's psych change barely scratches the surface. So, within seconds, he's throwing on a coat, the one that buttons around his wings, and has barely pulled on shoes before he's taking off out the back door, vaulting the rail of the eighth floor's fire escape, letting blue leathery wings catch him a few floors down and riding an updraft to just above the height of the buildings in this part of town.
He can't send a message, but he wonders if maybe she'll feel a connection between their hearts, if they believe enough -- stay there, he's coming.
It's happened to Atem before. Unity powers.
Anyway, north, north...there's a fair bit of ground to cover, since it's a big city, but luckily, Atem's still a flying type. He's had practice with three kinds of wings now, and these aren't so different from his fog form...
He looks at the image in his mind for any clues, anything in the periphery that might give him an idea of what to look for as he begins his sweep. If nothing else, the light fur will stand out against dirt -- Atem flies as high as he can while still getting a good look at the ground, gliding with his wings wide, flapping at intervals to maintain height.
Where, where, where...?
It's hard to listen to her like this. But Atem has to, in case she moves, in case something finds her before he does.]