Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-5543592-20160801150453

Steven didn't have any lights despite some fireworks, which made very poor light, so he ventured to the pitchdark bathroom. He opened his hand and a cane magically appeared in it, which he used to feel before himself, like a blind person, not wanting to step on a beartrap some asshole had left there twenty years ago, or anything like that.

"Vertibird?" He muttered, curious. He dashed to a tree and began to quickly scale it, kicking off the ground, grabbing a branch, and then pulling himself up and hopping to another branch, kicking off the trunk of the tree for extra lift every once and while. Finally, he broke the forest's ceiling, and he clung to the tree top, trying to see what had flown by.