Chaos Sphere
Blinking and Breathing Manually.
The first few minutes of the walk were uneventful. Once those minutes have passed, one of the member's pace had suddenly slowed down as if something is blocking the way. "From what pits of hell did all these come from!?" the bucket-headed man with the flamethrower exclaimed in annoyance as he tried to avoid the unnatural amount of spiders that began crawling along with the group in a non-hostile manner. "First time?" the muscular man laughed as he picked up one of the spiders and allowed it to jump to the helmet of the still-whistling member, "That's how he got to own those man-eating spiders for free." As he explained this, all the summoned spiders continued crawling up to their caller's presence and finding the most comfortable places to shelter themselves within the various pockets provided by his long coat and dress shirt, with a pair of bald tarantulas sitting comfortably on top of his helmet. Eventually, he stopped whistling, now content with the number of spiders accompanying him.
They continue walking, pausing for a second to check on a specific member who had positioned himself way behind the group in an apparently deliberate manner. "And I thought he stopped existing for a second..." The member in question wore a pitch-black mask with a silver-colored design that made it resemble a crow's head in a poorly lit street, which fits very well with his completely black hooded jacket and the invisible object that he casually spins on his right hand.
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They continue walking, pausing for a second to check on a specific member who had positioned himself way behind the group in an apparently deliberate manner. "And I thought he stopped existing for a second..." The member in question wore a pitch-black mask with a silver-colored design that made it resemble a crow's head in a poorly lit street, which fits very well with his completely black hooded jacket and the invisible object that he casually spins on his right hand.
@JexMix