[ He holds his breath and waits, pressed into the side of one of the still half-standing walls. He'd done something; whispered too loud, breathed too hard. The wind stirs his cape and he cringes, reaching as stealthily as he can to grab at the edge and hold it against his stomach. The uniform never was built for stealth.
When the wind moves again, stirring just enough eerie noise in the debris he hits the ground, crawling forward underneath what probably used to be strut support for something big. He needs to get closer; needs to find a way to get up above her so he can really see where she's headed. ]
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When the wind moves again, stirring just enough eerie noise in the debris he hits the ground, crawling forward underneath what probably used to be strut support for something big. He needs to get closer; needs to find a way to get up above her so he can really see where she's headed. ]