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Honestly, I've never been in a situation where it's useful to be moving around quickly and using Huizi at the same time. Though it would be cool. [Like...can you imagine the action scene...that would own. She closes her eyes again and takes a few steady steps in a straight line, arms lifting unconsciously again.] Usually it's a range problem. Wanting to automatically follow and extend it when we...hm, like this.
[She comes up from her concentration and turns to Lion, holding her wrist out to the golden familiar for a perch.]
Knowing our luck, it's a skill that we'll need eventually. Doing one thing blind while tailing someone else with a familiar.
[ Which- okay now they've gone and jinxed it, haven't they. And they can't stop and worry about it. Hhhhhhhh. ]
It... would be cool to watch, though.
[ Right on cue, the butterfly shakily takes flight and loops it's way over to Erika's hand. They're still getting the hang of this whole 'independant flight' thing, apparently. ]
Erika turns and walks off. Ten feet. Twenty feet. Steadily forward, at a normal pace. The thirty-foot limit nears, and she slows just a little. Decision time, Lion.]
[ Decisions, decisions. They haven't exactly tried sending their familiar too far yet- and it might prove a point if they let it happen. And also they're just curious how the rubber-band sensation feels in person. ]
Go ahead.
[ The butterfly settles on her wrist, as Lion braces themself. ]
This is the outer limit, [she explains lowly to the golden butterfly as she shuffles towards it.] There's a "bad signal" band right at the end where the connection flickers before it actually cuts out.
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[She comes up from her concentration and turns to Lion, holding her wrist out to the golden familiar for a perch.]
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[ Which- okay now they've gone and jinxed it, haven't they. And they can't stop and worry about it. Hhhhhhhh. ]
It... would be cool to watch, though.
[ Right on cue, the butterfly shakily takes flight and loops it's way over to Erika's hand. They're still getting the hang of this whole 'independant flight' thing, apparently. ]
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Erika turns and walks off. Ten feet. Twenty feet. Steadily forward, at a normal pace. The thirty-foot limit nears, and she slows just a little. Decision time, Lion.]
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Go ahead.
[ The butterfly settles on her wrist, as Lion braces themself. ]
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[Stepping through and past it.]