It's good to know that, at the very least, you can pass through the barrier if you don't mind feeling awful. Herbert doesn't see a particular reason to push his way out and go running alone through a presumably hostile animal city at the moment, so he abstains for the moment.
Additionally, with Reira's talk about the hare Architect being good and on their side despite obviously trying to mesmerise the Carnival party attendees and calling it her 'plan', he really should have expected she'd immediately run over to her. Troubling, but there's not much he can do about that either, at the moment.
So all there is is Strange wanting to talk with the fae he has Stockholm Syndrome for, who is probably unconscious anyway and is on an enormous tadpole beginning to speed in Herbert's direction for some reason. He supposes he ought to take a stab at helping Ignatius anyway, being the Doctor and all.
Running back to the table, he pulls the plate out of the art piece he ruined for that brief purpose, jams it in his mouth (being a cat is really inconvenient) and leaps for the tadpole coming towards him from the table, attempting to land beside Ignatius.
Of course, he undershoots, and lands heavily beside it as it industriously keeps floating along. He should have practised more instead of getting distracted by pointless art! although to give himself credit, he's never had to jump with a heavy metal plate in his mouth before. This is really a lot of effort to be putting into doing his job, he thinks, and Strange really doesn't deserve him making it more difficult for himself to do him a favour.
But fine, he makes another run at the tadpole and leaps again before it's out of his reach....and this time, he manages to latch onto the back with his claws. He can't be absolutely certain where it's going, but he assumes it must be stopping eventually?
He can't see what's happening, he's not only blocked by the tadpole but keeping the plate in his mouth has flipped his chin up flat against it and he's staring up along the slope of its back.
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Additionally, with Reira's talk about the hare Architect being good and on their side despite obviously trying to mesmerise the Carnival party attendees and calling it her 'plan', he really should have expected she'd immediately run over to her. Troubling, but there's not much he can do about that either, at the moment.
So all there is is Strange wanting to talk with the fae he has Stockholm Syndrome for, who is probably unconscious anyway and is on an enormous tadpole beginning to speed in Herbert's direction for some reason. He supposes he ought to take a stab at helping Ignatius anyway, being the Doctor and all.
Running back to the table, he pulls the plate out of the art piece he ruined for that brief purpose, jams it in his mouth (being a cat is really inconvenient) and leaps for the tadpole coming towards him from the table, attempting to land beside Ignatius.
Of course, he undershoots, and lands heavily beside it as it industriously keeps floating along. He should have practised more instead of getting distracted by pointless art! although to give himself credit, he's never had to jump with a heavy metal plate in his mouth before. This is really a lot of effort to be putting into doing his job, he thinks, and Strange really doesn't deserve him making it more difficult for himself to do him a favour.
But fine, he makes another run at the tadpole and leaps again before it's out of his reach....and this time, he manages to latch onto the back with his claws. He can't be absolutely certain where it's going, but he assumes it must be stopping eventually?
He can't see what's happening, he's not only blocked by the tadpole but keeping the plate in his mouth has flipped his chin up flat against it and he's staring up along the slope of its back.