Dipper would catch up to him in no time if he didn't find the right route - and when his paper fluttered in front of a small side tunnel, registering the breeze blowing through it, Kubo ducked into it fast. Heavy and humid as the wind was, its presence meant the tunnel didn't dead-end, and the debris would help conceal him as he set up his distraction.
He dodged through the small space, more paper flying from his pack as he played. Practicing playing while running had been his own top priority even before he began training with Wash, before his mother arrived, and now it was paying off. Half his paper folded into sharp-beaked birds, half stayed open as it fluttered behind him, and when he emerged into the open space, it scattered around the bottleneck in wait.
Kubo ducked into a fissure, behind a growth that looked like an enormous tooth. The chamber was full of them, creating canyons and fissures of partially eroded bone and enamel, humidity beading on the porous, pocked surfaces. His playing reverberated through the landscape at confusing angles, camouflaging his location.
"I don't want to hurt you!" he shouted, taking advantage of the sonically confusing landscape. "I won't let you hurt me, though!"
Just so they were clear. Not that Dipper was in his right mind to accept Kubo's intentions.
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Dipper would catch up to him in no time if he didn't find the right route - and when his paper fluttered in front of a small side tunnel, registering the breeze blowing through it, Kubo ducked into it fast. Heavy and humid as the wind was, its presence meant the tunnel didn't dead-end, and the debris would help conceal him as he set up his distraction.
He dodged through the small space, more paper flying from his pack as he played. Practicing playing while running had been his own top priority even before he began training with Wash, before his mother arrived, and now it was paying off. Half his paper folded into sharp-beaked birds, half stayed open as it fluttered behind him, and when he emerged into the open space, it scattered around the bottleneck in wait.
Kubo ducked into a fissure, behind a growth that looked like an enormous tooth. The chamber was full of them, creating canyons and fissures of partially eroded bone and enamel, humidity beading on the porous, pocked surfaces. His playing reverberated through the landscape at confusing angles, camouflaging his location.
"I don't want to hurt you!" he shouted, taking advantage of the sonically confusing landscape. "I won't let you hurt me, though!"
Just so they were clear. Not that Dipper was in his right mind to accept Kubo's intentions.