[ Through his modified binoculars, Hei watches the ripples of chaos spread through the bar. He's familiar with the effects of the ADS -- the sensation as if you've touched a burning lightbulb, not with your fingertips but your whole body. The mind is quickly trapped in a void between contradictory signals -- you're on fire but you can see no flames. It paralyzes you. He can't hear the commotion, but he can see the patrons lurching and rolling around on the floor, mouths wide open. If someone can scream silently, then they're screaming with their whole body-language. ]
[ He keeps the device on for another moment -- exactly five seconds -- then switches it off. ]
[ It takes less than twenty seconds for him to swing by a wire off the roof, and slip unnoticed into the bar. The air vibrates with the after-echo of a dozen agonized howls, a few still in the midst of petering out. He ignores the patrons slumped over on chairs and tables and the floor, zoning in on Korra and Pavel. ]
[ Grabbing them both by the scruffs of their necks, he hauls them bodily into the backroom. ]
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[ He keeps the device on for another moment -- exactly five seconds -- then switches it off. ]
[ It takes less than twenty seconds for him to swing by a wire off the roof, and slip unnoticed into the bar. The air vibrates with the after-echo of a dozen agonized howls, a few still in the midst of petering out. He ignores the patrons slumped over on chairs and tables and the floor, zoning in on Korra and Pavel. ]
[ Grabbing them both by the scruffs of their necks, he hauls them bodily into the backroom. ]
Hello, Ceiling Cats.