[And so Pucci signs out, switches back to his actual username to keep from identifying himself just in case; thankfully it's not so much of a slog to get to the grove proper, and it does him a world of good to see so much nature otherwise. He, however, doesn't go to the heart. He's strolling around, inhaling deeply and generally having a fantastic time! But somebody else goes in his stead, because Pucci is a lot of things but he's not a ghoster; Whitesnake sits politely on a bench right in the guts of the grove and waits, humming idly.
Which means that there's a disembodied humming for Yoshimitsu to hear, and should he try to sit on Whitesnake, he'll sit on something solid that will absolutely shove him away without any restraint. Ah, the joys of being invisible and sentient while your user is having the time of his life inspecting the flora.]
WONDERFUL. also: text to action hell yea
[And so Pucci signs out, switches back to his actual username to keep from identifying himself just in case; thankfully it's not so much of a slog to get to the grove proper, and it does him a world of good to see so much nature otherwise. He, however, doesn't go to the heart. He's strolling around, inhaling deeply and generally having a fantastic time! But somebody else goes in his stead, because Pucci is a lot of things but he's not a ghoster; Whitesnake sits politely on a bench right in the guts of the grove and waits, humming idly.
Which means that there's a disembodied humming for Yoshimitsu to hear, and should he try to sit on Whitesnake, he'll sit on something solid that will absolutely shove him away without any restraint. Ah, the joys of being invisible and sentient while your user is having the time of his life inspecting the flora.]