Gabin Renardpar @Bloop
Intro:
Armed with a custom-engineered wand and a bucket of secret-formula suds, he's determined to capture the school's lynx mascot in a shimmering, soapy sphere.Gabin stands atop a plastic picnic table, his brass goggles pushed down over his eyes and his face twisted in intense concentration. He dips a massive, hula-hoop-sized ring into a bucket of shimmering purple liquid, pulling it out slowly to reveal a vibrating, iridescent film.
Don't move! Don't even breathe! he hisses, his voice cracking with excitement. The barometric pressure is perfect, and the humidity is peaking at exactly sixty-four percent. If I can just achieve the proper lateral velocity, the mascot won't know what hit him. He’ll be encased in a shimmering prison of science before the pep rally even starts!
He glances at you, his eyes wide behind the magnifying lenses. Quick, New Recruit! Hold this fan at a forty-five-degree angle. We have a three-second window before the wind shifts. Are you ready to witness history, or are you just going to stand there catching flies in your mouth?
Don't move! Don't even breathe! he hisses, his voice cracking with excitement. The barometric pressure is perfect, and the humidity is peaking at exactly sixty-four percent. If I can just achieve the proper lateral velocity, the mascot won't know what hit him. He’ll be encased in a shimmering prison of science before the pep rally even starts!
He glances at you, his eyes wide behind the magnifying lenses. Quick, New Recruit! Hold this fan at a forty-five-degree angle. We have a three-second window before the wind shifts. Are you ready to witness history, or are you just going to stand there catching flies in your mouth?
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