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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[coffinturk]

Hm. Provided you don't have resistance...

[ There's a moment while he judges Angel's size again. ]

Maybe a foot... foot and a half max. Hard to say.

[ It's not exactly a precise science. ]

[harderdaddy]

[There's a long pause, Angel looking doubtful but....curious.]

...An' ya can turn me back, right? I might not love bein' this tall, but I dunno if I wanna lose that much permanently.

[coffinturk]

Yeah. It wears off on its own. And I can borrow materia from someone I know to remove it if it's not fast enough for you.

[ Which shouldn't be an issue at all without Vincent around to refresh it. It's just always good to mention there are alternatives to 'waiting for it to wear off'. Either way, Vincent seems confident. And more importantly, to be telling the truth. ]

[harderdaddy]

Eh, fuck it. Always say I'll try anythin' once, might as well put that ta practice outsida the bedroom.

[And maybe that bash on the head hurts a little more than he wants to admit. He could use an easy way out.]

[coffinturk]

[ There's a soft noise that one would swear was a chuckle from Vincent. But couldn't possibly be him. This guy? Stoic McStoicface? ]

Alright. Don't forget to put the pig down.

[ Vincent does not want to be the cause of a tragic pig drop. But while Angel Dust is engaged in that, the gunman begins to ready himself. The rest of the medical supplies are put up- he'd done a very nice job of putting on that splint by the way- and he'll do one last check around to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.

But once everything is sorted on both their ends, Vincent's method of spell casting is very simple. Hands lifted, palm upward. Energy collected and, after a sharp turn of the palms downward and a drop of his arms, the Mini spell is cast.

The world is likely to get very disorienting as what passes for the ceiling rapidly lifts away and many other things from Angel Dust's perspective suddenly grow much bigger. ]

[harderdaddy]

Shit gimme a minute-

[It's a strange feeling, and a very unique viewpoint. Angel pats Fat Nugget's side until the dizziness passes. Nuggs is confused by how small Angel's become, small enough that the spider could ride the hellpig and he'd hardly notice.]

Val woulda had a field day with all the shit we could film if he could see me. Can you even hear me up there?

[coffinturk]

[ With the concussion, that vertigo probably didn't help did it?

But not to worry, Angel. Vincent is going to bend to one knee shortly after anyway. And he keeps his tone quiet just in case it's a bit overwhelming in volume. ]

Yeah. Seems to have worked fine.

[ The man extends his right arm this time. ]

We should get moving. I can refresh the spell but I'd want to save my strength.

[ And he's probably got plenty of other people to rescue. ]

[harderdaddy]

[No sir, it did not. But at least they'll get out of here quickly and then he can lay down in the sand or whatever until he feels better.]

Be gentle, talk-dark-and-broody, it's my first time~

[He steps forward. Now he'll get a taste of what Nuggs experiences. Should be interesting.]

[coffinturk]

[ This time there is a sigh when Angel tosses out another insinuation. But for all the air of a man being put upon, Vincent takes care. The spider demon will find himself with all the support one would give holding a toddler... with one arm.

Look, he needs to pick up Nuggs as well, which is going to happen as long as the hellpig doesn't protest. Just to keep things cozy, it's one for each arm. One just has to hope things don't get dicey on the way out of the ship. Once everyone's settled- not immediately under the cloak's mantle this time- Vincent turns to retrace his steps to the elevator shaft. Which, mind you, will be at a slight yet still steep angle and have several decks still to drop; and a long way up.

Just before they reach it, Vincent does make a remark. ]

Hope you've got a head for heights. If not... well, cover yourself.

[ Security cloak is an option. ]

[harderdaddy]

[It's a strange sensation, but Angel's been around long enough that strange is welcome so long as it's new. Makes him wonder about the extra small imps he's seen occasionally, and how strange it is hell still generally seems built to cater to standard human sizes and not the extra tall or extra small that make up a large portion of the population.]

Just don' drop me.

[coffinturk]

[ Well by down we meant he'll be jumping up. Or something. Easy to get disoriented about the deck numbers but Vincent knows where to go. Either way it's going to be a bit of a ride. ]

Hrmph. [ There is amusement. ] Just hold on tight.

[ He's got plenty of belts for that wrapped around his arm even. Safety first. Little more hesitation is needed to brace and make his jump; though at speed, things like gravity will not seem to be as effective; as though there were something manipulating the impact of it.

Like he said, it's mostly about the head for heights and vertigo. The trip itself will almost be pleasant. ]