For Slingah, all these events around him at Westhot...
Weren't really near him. The shooting of certain characters, being beamed up to nothing, the stuff animals, even the embodiments messing with emotions... they were certainly happening, but there was quite a bit of distance. Nevertheless, stuff was going on. And that truth was cemented into his mind when the place began to break apart, buildings falling to nothingness.
Shit..!! Slingah mentally cursed, as he lost his balance for but a second and tumbled forward the ground, his face full of dirt. With a groan, the Gunslinger forced himself back up and took another look at his surroundings.
Everything was breaking apart. I need a way out of this place, and fast! He quickly proposed to himself, as he began to dash down the crackling and broken streets, even jumping a few fault lines when needed.
Ironically, Yggate was in much the same position as Slingah. There, but at the same time, not really anywhere near anything.
But the stuffed tigers. Now they were something. And that overwhelming feeling the embodiments gave were somewhere around him too or at least had passed by the area, especially the depressing one. But, if one's aura is strong, so are their emotions.
However, Yggatte has no such thing, and gets depressed easily. ... I don't feel like doing much of anything now for whatever reason.. Yggatte realizes due to the Embodiment's effect on him. However, he never dropped his orange aura barrier. But one could say that bits of the gray aura began to emanate from him, eating away at certain colors of his aura. And it was also around this time that he felt there was something behind him.
He turned slowly, somewhat still depressed, only to find a moving stuffed tiger. "Aww, did you come to me to cheer me up? That's sweet of you!" Yggatte exclaimed, uplifting him out of his depression.
But then, he also realized something.
"... Wait, you aren't alive. You're made of... ... stuff!" Yggatte realized, not really having a word for cotton. But what else bothered him was the aura it emanated. To put it simply, there was a 'string' of sorts attached to it, and leading elsewhere.
But the string was so faint, it's colors were indistinguishable. "Interesting, you're moving on your own will..." Yggatte noted, and looked off to the side to figure things out about it, and to delve into deeper thought. Though whatever he had thought, after he looked back to where the stuffed tiger was, it was gone. "... Was it my imagination?"
And then the ground shook. The vibrations of the place tearing itself apart had reached him. Yggatte stood firm, all four paws immediately scrambling to a sturdy stance, his orange aura barrier becoming even stronger. Besides, if anything got bad to the point where he couldn't do anything, he could just as easily unground himself.