It's risky to use a PINpoint more than one has to anywhere, but this realm is particularly perilous given the lack of explanation to even make up for the disappearance and reappearance of a person. Illusion magic perhaps, but it won't explain the rope. Jim's well aware that teleportation has been lost to the ages supposedly. So keeps a casual seat on a nearby raised tree root larger around than himself and waits for the Tribune's return.
It really won't be long at all.
"Relax. I won't tell anyone you didn't do it. Especially your aunt." Jim hops off his seat and moves over to Stratos to reach out for the rope to take and is stopped by the declaration that it won't be necessary. His brow furrows until he remembers what telekinesis spells are used for (and then winces because it drug Felix down those steps it pulled his weapon from his hands don't think about it not now--) and he nods slowly with a carefully neutral expression for just a moment.
"Right. That makes things easier. Leave it to me."
The gnarled root system makes for a pretty good running off point. Jim can back up a ways and run right for them. One step, up to another, and them jumping at the last second to grab hold of a twisted knot in the trunk of the tree where perhaps once an age ago an old branch had been but has long since been either ripped away or deadened and fell off of its own accord. The bark is rough enough to give purchase for his feet--though it's not much. He's going to have to be using his arms primarily to find holds and haul himself up.
Once there's place for his feet to actually stand and put weight on the climb goes much easier. Rather than shout down toward the ground and Stratos, Jim pulls out his own PINpoint to text Stratos a quick message once he's made it into the remains of the tower.
Hang on, I'm not leaving you behind, I want to see how difficult and stable the rest of this is before I make a tie-off.
It's several probably worrisome minutes before Stratos will see Jim lean out of an intact window that seems to have primarily been made to allow one of the massive tree branches through the structure. He waves down toward Stratos to ask for the rope.
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It really won't be long at all.
"Relax. I won't tell anyone you didn't do it. Especially your aunt." Jim hops off his seat and moves over to Stratos to reach out for the rope to take and is stopped by the declaration that it won't be necessary. His brow furrows until he remembers what telekinesis spells are used for (and then winces because it drug Felix down those steps it pulled his weapon from his hands don't think about it not now--) and he nods slowly with a carefully neutral expression for just a moment.
"Right. That makes things easier. Leave it to me."
The gnarled root system makes for a pretty good running off point. Jim can back up a ways and run right for them. One step, up to another, and them jumping at the last second to grab hold of a twisted knot in the trunk of the tree where perhaps once an age ago an old branch had been but has long since been either ripped away or deadened and fell off of its own accord. The bark is rough enough to give purchase for his feet--though it's not much. He's going to have to be using his arms primarily to find holds and haul himself up.
Once there's place for his feet to actually stand and put weight on the climb goes much easier. Rather than shout down toward the ground and Stratos, Jim pulls out his own PINpoint to text Stratos a quick message once he's made it into the remains of the tower.
Hang on, I'm not leaving you behind, I want to see how difficult and stable the rest of this is before I make a tie-off.
It's several probably worrisome minutes before Stratos will see Jim lean out of an intact window that seems to have primarily been made to allow one of the massive tree branches through the structure. He waves down toward Stratos to ask for the rope.