[This took a real horror-movie turn all of a sudden, huh.
Not helping this feeling: even with the new shaft of light, the room is empty. He'd been dripping wet, so there's a placid little puddle left where Allura's company had been standing. Watery footsteps leading over from the door where he'd been stationed, over to where he'd been standing crouched in front of the Transistor. And then nothing else. None leading away. No sign of him.
The lightning in the storm flashes again. Ominously, as the thunder fades, the blade flickers. Hums back to dim light with a crackly static sound.]
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Not helping this feeling: even with the new shaft of light, the room is empty. He'd been dripping wet, so there's a placid little puddle left where Allura's company had been standing. Watery footsteps leading over from the door where he'd been stationed, over to where he'd been standing crouched in front of the Transistor. And then nothing else. None leading away. No sign of him.
The lightning in the storm flashes again. Ominously, as the thunder fades, the blade flickers. Hums back to dim light with a crackly static sound.]