And now, the traditional first-of-Jaunt screaming

[failgoyle]

SO I'M A STONE GARGOYLE AND I'M OUT IN THE SUN AND THE WIND IS CARRYING ME AWAY AND THIS IS BAD REALLY BAD I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING OUT HERE AND MY HOUSE IS GONE AND THIS IS THE WORST!

[Someone might have noticed all this fuss.]

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[hazardlight]

Your... house.

[Yeah, that's what she got out of that.]

[failgoyle]

I HAD A BAG OF NAILS AND I'M NOT SURE HOW IT HAPPENED BUT TRADING WAS DONE AND THAT DOESN'T MATTER NOW THE HOUSE FELL OVER AND NOW I'M GONNA TURN TO STONE IN MIDAIR IF I DON'T FIND A SHADOWY SPOT AND WHY AM I STILL IN THE AIR, I JUST WANT TO LAND!

[hazardlight]

Ok like I don't know beans about flying but I'm gonna go ahead and guess that panicking is not conductive to a safe landing. Breathe, dude.

[failgoyle]

...oh, I'm not worried about the landing. I am excellent at falling.

BUT IT'S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING!

AND WHAT IF I LAND ON SOMEONE?

[hazardlight]

Jules did you just admit to panicking on principle.

[all_onis_are_true]

...This is certainly something I would have liked to have known upon our first meeting. Perhaps I should see if Ancient Greece understood the concept of an umbrella?

[meanballerina]

Stop.

Screaming.

Where are you? What direction are you headed? Give me some landmarks.

[failgoyle]

I am

IN.

THE.

AIR.

Going up!

[Included is a bit of sensory livestreaming confirming this. There are glimpses of the city down below, but it's hard to make anything out.]

JUST LOOK FOR THE WRECKED HOUSE!

[failgoyle]

I only do the stone thing when I'm in the stone gargoyle form! Normally, it's not a problem, but, um. I THINK I'M TOO HIGH UP FOR UMBRELLAS!

[failgoyle]

HE WRECKED MY HOUSE AND IS KIDNAPPING ME!

WHAT'S WRONG WITH A LITTLE PANIC?!

[meanballerina]

This a city. There are a lot of houses.

[But Natasha starts heading for residential districts, ears straining to pick up any gossip or comments that might lead her toward "the wrecked house."]

[all_onis_are_true]

[This is surreal. And also a little unnerving. Although if he's working with a monster, at least it's not blue and carnivorous.]

All right, just... Where are you heading, precisely? Should I just stay with Maria for now or would you prefer me coming to help track you down?

[haremtrap]

...Oh hey I actually can see someone floating around up there. Is that you?

[laceandcarnage]

You will stop screaming.

[failgoyle]

Well, there's only one that got knocked over by a LOCALIZED TORNADO!

[hazardlight]

Nothing, but if you can stop yelling long enough to rationally explain why you're not actually in danger and then start flailing again, I gotta wonder how much of that's genuine distress and how much is just, like, you just embracing your reputation as "the guy who panics."

[failgoyle]

Look, I have had a hell of a time of it today!

[He does not need this rational logic, thank you very much.]

[failgoyle]

BUT THERE IS A LOT TO SCREAM ABOUT RIGHT NOW!

[failgoyle]

PROBABLY!

...I dunno if floating is the right word for it!

[failgoyle]

Just stay there! I can get back!

[all_onis_are_true]

...That's all well and good, but unless you are the world's fastest worker, I suspect we will need to procure alternative accommodations. If it is all the same to you, I believe I will work on that.

[haremtrap]

Well...I'm afraid I can't really do anything to help you, sorry.

But good luck getting down safely!

[laceandcarnage]

You will have much less to scream about when I rip your voice box from your throat.

[failgoyle]

Okay, but I'm going back for the guy who sold me a house that blew over in the wind, gonna see if I can get my money back in a form that's not iron nails...

[failgoyle]

Oh, thanks, thanks.

Once he stops blowing, I oughta be alright...