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Anyway...
Kuai follows the Rat King and his jolly party of spirit rodents as they scurry through town, keeping a reasonable distance so that he can follow them without them turning around and swarming him. He nearly loses them a few times but they're not that hard to track, for even though they're small, there are so many of them (leaving weird bits of junk behind, sometimes) that he can generally tell which way they've gone. For one chilling moment their path bends north and in the distance he can just make out drums and pan pipes, but they swing erratically southwest past the bike shop, taking advantage of the bridge by the school to cross the river.
The forest is not well-traveled past that point by the people of Beacon. After swarming straight over the immense machinery just south of the bridge (who knew the Rat King on a scrap metal sled could be towed straight up the side and catch some sick air on the way down?), the rats go deep into dark, dense forest, wet and cold with recent snow and rain. But Kuai diligently follows until the trail starts to vanish. Where could they have gone?
A broken, silver-colored orb drops out of the air and onto Kuai's head. At his feet are the shattered remains of a few ornaments, and either dirt or crumbs. He looks up, and sees tinsel caught in the needles of the immense spruce tree above him, and somewhere up there among the whistle of the wind in the branches, he hears squeaking and chattering. The bark of the tree is scraped, like someone had once again been pulled straight upward. It's very, very hard to make out anything other than darkness above - the trees are too thick, and the sky is completely overcast.
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Anyway...
Kuai follows the Rat King and his jolly party of spirit rodents as they scurry through town, keeping a reasonable distance so that he can follow them without them turning around and swarming him. He nearly loses them a few times but they're not that hard to track, for even though they're small, there are so many of them (leaving weird bits of junk behind, sometimes) that he can generally tell which way they've gone. For one chilling moment their path bends north and in the distance he can just make out drums and pan pipes, but they swing erratically southwest past the bike shop, taking advantage of the bridge by the school to cross the river.
The forest is not well-traveled past that point by the people of Beacon. After swarming straight over the immense machinery just south of the bridge (who knew the Rat King on a scrap metal sled could be towed straight up the side and catch some sick air on the way down?), the rats go deep into dark, dense forest, wet and cold with recent snow and rain. But Kuai diligently follows until the trail starts to vanish. Where could they have gone?
A broken, silver-colored orb drops out of the air and onto Kuai's head. At his feet are the shattered remains of a few ornaments, and either dirt or crumbs. He looks up, and sees tinsel caught in the needles of the immense spruce tree above him, and somewhere up there among the whistle of the wind in the branches, he hears squeaking and chattering. The bark of the tree is scraped, like someone had once again been pulled straight upward. It's very, very hard to make out anything other than darkness above - the trees are too thick, and the sky is completely overcast.
But something, apparently, is up there!