Yes. It would take... more than I'm willing to do-- alone, to test it all properly, but as for verifying proper locomotion...
[ he rests his hand briefly on his chest as he thinks... ]
...Why, something that simple... Hmph. That's nothing. I can do that right now.
A step back, if you will. Now, let's... see...
[ he... closes his eyes?
his hair ruffles, a bit, from a phantom of a breeze that touches nothing else.
...for some reason, this, of all things, takes his solemn concentration. there's the impression that whatever he's doing to test it is, perhaps, something a little more complicated than he made it sound.
The ties holding the Black Mage to the frame pull loose, tugged apart by an unseen force, and it drops down from the frame holding it up-- and stumbles. Then... it slowly rights itself. Its head lolls. There's only darkness under the hat.
It takes one step, improbably holding up despite being a weird straw and cloth doll with questionable amounts of actual leg. Another. Then--
Pitches forward onto the ground, as Angie abruptly gives a pained hiss and opens his eyes, letting all of whatever he was doing go. His hand's went back to his sternum. ]
--ugh. Should. Be nothing, anyway, except for the fact that I've had my wings clipped by a certain bumbling sheep...
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[ he rests his hand briefly on his chest as he thinks... ]
...Why, something that simple... Hmph. That's nothing. I can do that right now.
A step back, if you will. Now, let's... see...
[ he... closes his eyes?
his hair ruffles, a bit, from a phantom of a breeze that touches nothing else.
...for some reason, this, of all things, takes his solemn concentration. there's the impression that whatever he's doing to test it is, perhaps, something a little more complicated than he made it sound.
The ties holding the Black Mage to the frame pull loose, tugged apart by an unseen force, and it drops down from the frame holding it up-- and stumbles. Then... it slowly rights itself. Its head lolls. There's only darkness under the hat.
It takes one step, improbably holding up despite being a weird straw and cloth doll with questionable amounts of actual leg. Another. Then--
Pitches forward onto the ground, as Angie abruptly gives a pained hiss and opens his eyes, letting all of whatever he was doing go. His hand's went back to his sternum. ]
--ugh. Should. Be nothing, anyway, except for the fact that I've had my wings clipped by a certain bumbling sheep...