Ichante watches Great White leave with annoyance, not having received an answer to her question of what strain of HMHVV the vaccine was for.
"I'll take the astral," Ichante says with unconcealed pride. "I'll see what magical security is like, at least on the exterior, while Redcloud" - her guardian spirit materializes next to her, with abs like a washboard and delts like woah - "watches my back. Eddie, keep an eye on me, wiz? Chaim, maybe sweet talk your way into some soykaf if we're going to be at this all night, neh?"
That Chaim. Gotta break his balls a bit lest they get too big for his own good.
Ichante takes a seat, hunkering down into her armor jacket to ward away the cold breeze flowing in through the large bay door. Luckily she had opted for the additional insulation when she purchased her armored jacket, leaving her relatively snug. Still, she wishes she had a scarf. Moonsilver makes a shawl out of spidersilk ballistic cloth. Can you buy that separately or does it only come with the dress?
Still, she can use the wind and rain. They are full of Wakan Tanka, the power of life that animates everything in this world. She will draw inspiration from them, just as she does the rocks and snow and soil. Just as the rain finds every crack and crevice, so will Ichante find every gap or oversight in the facility. She bites her lip with a shiver as she turns to her conjuration.
Redcloud, we are the scouting party for a raid. While you are with us, I ask that you look over my friends and me, and protect us from harm.
Ichante closes her eyes and slips off into the astral. She rises slowly, keeping a close eye on Chaim that he doesn't poke her while she's "away", then ascends through the roof of the warehouse. Suddenly, she's in the tempest. The mana is fresh and natural, the continual rains of the last week having scoured the sky of the worst of its pollutants. With Redcloud in tow, she rockets off toward the facility, eyeing the dancing spirits of the storm and wind. Arriving at the facility, she circles high above, feigning disinterest while covertly assessing the grounds.