Nov 19, 2016
@leviathanyeager
you're in luck - after wandering for what seems like hours, still cradling the pokey ball in your hands, you find him - yeager. one of the few people in this city you trust and know well, you hope, almost desperately, that he will know what to do.
you approach him and ask, without reserve, "how do i use this?" you hold out the ball in your hand; it rests in your palm and glows softly under the light. "there was a flying honeycomb. it went inside of here, and... well, i'm not entirely sure on how to make it come out."