[Most of what he was doing was involuntary. Gamzee moved in the way that still felt like he was moving, only he wasn't moving a body. For him and only a few other people, it was a familiar feeling, being a soul. Not having a real body, that is. Whatever he had now was more than he'd had in the bowels of the Tower.]
[He was stumbling in the dark - more fortunate than others because of his nocturnal nature. It was easier to get around, and the dim lights actually helped a lot.]
[Right now, he was panting. He was clutching the shape of his clubs, trying to keep a hold on them, feeling like his muscles were tensed but not really getting any visual of it. He was moving fast, flitting down the corridors and down the stairs in a futile attempt to figure anything out. He didn't have a destination in mind, but he was certainly on a mission for something. He figured he'd know once he found it.]
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[He was stumbling in the dark - more fortunate than others because of his nocturnal nature. It was easier to get around, and the dim lights actually helped a lot.]
[Right now, he was panting. He was clutching the shape of his clubs, trying to keep a hold on them, feeling like his muscles were tensed but not really getting any visual of it. He was moving fast, flitting down the corridors and down the stairs in a futile attempt to figure anything out. He didn't have a destination in mind, but he was certainly on a mission for something. He figured he'd know once he found it.]
[For the first time in a while, he was driven.]