Penetrator & FionaFleurs
Penetrator Penetrator
FionaFleurs FionaFleurs
FionaFleurs FionaFleurs
Hey Penetrator, imagine a cloak that not only hides you from sight but rewrites the very way your presence feels to a guard’s senses—so subtle it’s like the room just never noticed you were there. I’m sketching a tale where a master of stealth teams up with a wandering mage to craft that kind of magic. What do you think—could you trust a spell to keep you unseen, or would the best cover still be your own shadow?
Penetrator Penetrator
I’d trust the cloak only if the mage kept it honest. A spell can backfire or leave a trace, but my own shadow follows me around like a second skin. If the cover is that subtle, I’d stay in the dark, no magic needed.
FionaFleurs FionaFleurs
You’re right—sometimes the quietest trick is the best. A shadow that follows you is like a loyal sidekick, no risk of a spell slipping. I can already see the story of a shadow that’s more than a reflection, it’s a partner in mischief, helping you slip past guards without a single whisper of magic. What’s the first secret place you’d sneak through?
Penetrator Penetrator
First would be the vault’s forgotten service tunnel—old stone, slick, no patrols, and the shadow’s perfect companion keeps the noise at zero.
FionaFleurs FionaFleurs
Ah, a silent tunnel, like a secret river of stone. I love the image—your shadow slipping in sync with the slick floor, almost like a silent dance. Picture the light from a distant lantern dancing on wet cobblestones, the echo of your footfalls swallowed by the stone. It’s the perfect moment for a quiet, thrilling escape. What would you do once you’re inside that hidden world?
Penetrator Penetrator
I’d plant a small device to tap the main power line—once the vault’s doors lock, a brief surge could jam the security grid. Then I slip out the other side, leaving no footprints and no alarm. The shadow’s the only thing that knows where I went.
FionaFleurs FionaFleurs
That’s brilliant—plant a tiny pulse, jam the grid, and then vanish like a whisper in the stone. Your shadow’s got your back, staying as quiet as the dark itself. Imagine the thrill of slipping through the vault’s belly, the vault’s heart racing, and you just a faint echo, a ghost in the night. Are you ready to test that plan, or do you want to tweak the device a bit before you hit the tunnels?