Running away from things happens to be a specialty of Corvo's, but it is not one that he is necessarily happy to exercise. Considering that it is usually humans chasing him, and not massive bears wearing ridiculous hats? He finds the current situation even less enjoyable than usual.
He races along the alley, ripping off the stupid Orlesian mask that he's been told he simply must wear. It was significantly less unsettling than his own mask, but lacked the field of vision his had, or that he had on his own. Silently, he continues to run, his sight turned up to the walls of the alley. No air vents, nothing to climb on--Ah!
He whirls around a corner, and finds a balcony overlooking the alley. Not a picturesque view, but helpful for his needs. He raises the hand that doesn't have the green shard embedded in it, but it has a mark of its own, one that glows a bright yellow as he holds it towards the balcony, ignoring the bear getting ever closer. The air around him shifts, or more precisely, the scenery around him, enveloping him until he's quite invisible. He reappears within a blink of an eye, crouching on the balcony, and staring down at the now thoroughly befuddled bear.
Corvo Attano | Dishonored | Rifter
Running away from things happens to be a specialty of Corvo's, but it is not one that he is necessarily happy to exercise. Considering that it is usually humans chasing him, and not massive bears wearing ridiculous hats? He finds the current situation even less enjoyable than usual.
He races along the alley, ripping off the stupid Orlesian mask that he's been told he simply must wear. It was significantly less unsettling than his own mask, but lacked the field of vision his had, or that he had on his own. Silently, he continues to run, his sight turned up to the walls of the alley. No air vents, nothing to climb on--Ah!
He whirls around a corner, and finds a balcony overlooking the alley. Not a picturesque view, but helpful for his needs. He raises the hand that doesn't have the green shard embedded in it, but it has a mark of its own, one that glows a bright yellow as he holds it towards the balcony, ignoring the bear getting ever closer. The air around him shifts, or more precisely, the scenery around him, enveloping him until he's quite invisible. He reappears within a blink of an eye, crouching on the balcony, and staring down at the now thoroughly befuddled bear.
"Shoo." He suggests, helpfully.