[It's not like SecUnit knowas what's usual for magic. It knows what that usually looks like in stories, but they're, well. Usually they're whatever works for the shitty plot at that moment. And besides, it likes stories that are more about science that's nominally magic, and that take place on stations or ships.]
Okay.
[They're both still, miserably, out in the pouring rain, with the thunder occasionally crackling overhead and the wind howling, and it doesn't look ready to let up any time soon. SecUnit tests its leg, deems it fit to hold its weight, and reaches out to help balance Serph.
Can it even lift him? It surveys the length of snake body, and determines that even if it wasn't weirdly weak since being kidnapped to this stupid planet, the sheer mass of Serph's form would make that impractical.]
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Okay.
[They're both still, miserably, out in the pouring rain, with the thunder occasionally crackling overhead and the wind howling, and it doesn't look ready to let up any time soon. SecUnit tests its leg, deems it fit to hold its weight, and reaches out to help balance Serph.
Can it even lift him? It surveys the length of snake body, and determines that even if it wasn't weirdly weak since being kidnapped to this stupid planet, the sheer mass of Serph's form would make that impractical.]
We need to get into the building.