[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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[color=#008b8b]"Wait, captain,"[/color] Fionn interjected, turning from Gertrude back to Fanilly. The others already moved to make their approaches, but whether staggered or all at once would make little difference in the plan, so he didn't feel particularly rushed. [color=#008b8b]"I think Gertrude and I can take advantage of one of those other options a bit, I just need...ach, what's the word..."[/color]

He released Gertrude's wrist, flexing his fingers as he mouthed out a few different words, before finally settling on—[color=#008b8b][i]"Anguīnās."[/i][/color]

He grimaced as he felt the flesh of his hands rapidly shift and morph under his command, nails sprouting out into hardened claws that should be more than able to dig into the cliff side or grant an even-surer grip on the easier climb. While it wasn't particularly painful, it wasn't an experience he particularly enjoyed either.

[color=#008b8b]"Right. Going to have to think about a better way to phrase that one in the future, I reckon, but still! If Gertrude can carry me and get me started a ways off the ground on that cliff, I'm a good climber and this'll just make it easier. Especially if she knows a good illusion to make me look like Gretchen until she drops me off, that way it'll just look like she's flying around to scout and harass them like you're already planning."[/color]