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In response to the two more unusual members of the group, Harper says, "Where I'm from, that sort of thing would mostly be used to lock somebody up, yeah. Most prison cells have still got doors, though."
His staring at the room's walls doesn't seem to have turned up any results, so he takes a step back, then unsheathes the gracefully curved blade at his side. As it is drawn, the edge gleams with unnatural blue light as air particles are split apart along its length. "Hope this does something..." he mutters under his breath. Holding the blade out with a fully-outstretched arm, he slowly presses it forward into the wall.
His staring at the room's walls doesn't seem to have turned up any results, so he takes a step back, then unsheathes the gracefully curved blade at his side. As it is drawn, the edge gleams with unnatural blue light as air particles are split apart along its length. "Hope this does something..." he mutters under his breath. Holding the blade out with a fully-outstretched arm, he slowly presses it forward into the wall.