[ Of course the first thing Hawks does is look up before shaking his head slightly. There are rafters and he's going to make use of them.
It only takes a moment for him to glance and figure out where he wants to go, getting up on a beam and hiding into the shadows.
Hawks might not have some telepathic cloaking ability, but for someone usually so vibrant with bright red wings, he's excellent and melting into the darkness, keeping his breathing slow and shallow.
Although he's perched up there, his mind is still racing. He might be still, down to each feather of the wings on his back, such as they are at the moment, but he's getting feedback from a good twenty feathers or so. He has his eyes closed, listening, seeing, just not with his visible senses.
A heartbeat here, breathing there, conversation. Allies, helping with the raid. A victim in need of rescue - a feather can take care of that, yanking them out to safety - and the odd enemy, although if they're surrounded by others, he doesn't intervene. He's just watching. ]
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It only takes a moment for him to glance and figure out where he wants to go, getting up on a beam and hiding into the shadows.
Hawks might not have some telepathic cloaking ability, but for someone usually so vibrant with bright red wings, he's excellent and melting into the darkness, keeping his breathing slow and shallow.
Although he's perched up there, his mind is still racing. He might be still, down to each feather of the wings on his back, such as they are at the moment, but he's getting feedback from a good twenty feathers or so. He has his eyes closed, listening, seeing, just not with his visible senses.
A heartbeat here, breathing there, conversation. Allies, helping with the raid. A victim in need of rescue - a feather can take care of that, yanking them out to safety - and the odd enemy, although if they're surrounded by others, he doesn't intervene. He's just watching. ]