Lurk

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rolls a Nat 20 on their stealth check. Wait who? Nope, never heard of them. ;
slowly melts back into the shadows until all that can be seen is the faintest outline of a figure and the sensation of being watched. ;
tosses a smoke bomb to the ground with a clatter and as the smoke slowly clears they are nowhere to be seen. ;
lifts a seemingly empty vial and drinks from it before entirely disappearing. ;
raises a metal tube with a red light on top before announcing, `This is called a neuralyzer. A gift from some friends from out of town. The red eye here isolates and measures the electronic impulses in your brains. More specifically, the ones for memory.` There is a flash... Now back to our regularly scheduled programming. ;
with barely noticeable movements, slowly crouches down and backs away, drawing little attention in the process. ;
has entered a state of hibernation. Everyone say goodbye, who knows when they'll return... ;
go ahead and get cozy. Grab a blanket and something nice to drink while you enjoy your lurk. ;
typing is hard work, and we all deserve a break now and then. Enjoy yours. ;
slips into some cozy socks before slipping into one of the discreet cryochambers that have definitely always been located in the back of the court room and settles back. ;
slinks lower on their courtroom bench until they are out of the judge's line of sight. ;
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