[ A young man in a red hoodie appears at the mouth of an alley across the street, producing something from a pocket with a flourish. He flicks a light in his other hand and touches it to the bang snap firework.
He tosses it into the street, producing a loud cracking pop when it goes off. The shadows stir, although it's unclear if it's the firework or the intruder that's caught their attention. ]
Hey! [ The young man calls out to Harold. ] Does the word 'teleportation' mean anything to you?
[ This isn't his usual gig at all. But there's being a dick, and there's letting some poor schmuck get eaten by shadow creatures when it's barely going out of Krouse's way to do something about it. ]
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He tosses it into the street, producing a loud cracking pop when it goes off. The shadows stir, although it's unclear if it's the firework or the intruder that's caught their attention. ]
Hey! [ The young man calls out to Harold. ] Does the word 'teleportation' mean anything to you?
[ This isn't his usual gig at all. But there's being a dick, and there's letting some poor schmuck get eaten by shadow creatures when it's barely going out of Krouse's way to do something about it. ]