[...Alastor, that is the same man who literally shot you a few minutes ago, but okay.]
[Making a mental note to find and meet up with the stranger again (perhaps greet him with a friendly stab or two to return the favor), Alastor quirks an irritated an eyebrow at the not-so-good doctor.]
[He looks to his shadow which shifts unhappily into its shadow stag shape.]
Yes, yes, I know it's humiliating, but we're limited on options.
[Let's see...rope or a spare cable...rope or a spare cable...Spare cable! There you are! He ties one end of it in a loop and wraps it around his shadow's neck. It trots unhappily in the direction of the waterfront while Alastor circles the machine's base, coiling the cable around it.]
[His ears are flat against his skull due to his displeasure at how hot and bright the miniature sun is, particularly having to get so close to it. He's going to be seeing spots for hours, assuming he doesn't just go blind from all this.]
[And tying the end of the coil onto the rest leading to his shadow before grabbing the tow line himself. He's facing the machine, eyes narrowed and smile filled with gritted fangs, as he and his shadow start to tug on the cable. He's not sure if it's the support struts or the cable itself causing that metal groaning due to tension, but he knows he and his shadow aren't making any immediate progress.]
If you gentlemen aren't too busy, some assistance would be appreciated!
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What a charming fellow!
[...Alastor, that is the same man who literally shot you a few minutes ago, but okay.]
[Making a mental note to find and meet up with the stranger again (perhaps greet him with a friendly stab or two to return the favor), Alastor quirks an irritated an eyebrow at the not-so-good doctor.]
[He looks to his shadow which shifts unhappily into its shadow stag shape.]
Yes, yes, I know it's humiliating, but we're limited on options.
[Let's see...rope or a spare cable...rope or a spare cable...Spare cable! There you are! He ties one end of it in a loop and wraps it around his shadow's neck. It trots unhappily in the direction of the waterfront while Alastor circles the machine's base, coiling the cable around it.]
[His ears are flat against his skull due to his displeasure at how hot and bright the miniature sun is, particularly having to get so close to it. He's going to be seeing spots for hours, assuming he doesn't just go blind from all this.]
[And tying the end of the coil onto the rest leading to his shadow before grabbing the tow line himself. He's facing the machine, eyes narrowed and smile filled with gritted fangs, as he and his shadow start to tug on the cable. He's not sure if it's the support struts or the cable itself causing that metal groaning due to tension, but he knows he and his shadow aren't making any immediate progress.]
If you gentlemen aren't too busy, some assistance would be appreciated!