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Matthew, a bit miffed at being dragged across the floor for nearly a minute, struggles to release Surael's grip by punching and kicking the air behind him to loosen the hold, yet does not succeed. Abruptly he stops struggling, having recieved Maximilian's message at this time. Though faint, the worlds spread across his mind with legible clarity.

"What is happening? How do I speak with him? Ah..."

Matthew contacts Maximilian once more, yet is unable to do so telepathically. In this such case, most of his kind are able to simply join with the other in that wretched blue zone, however at the moment that sort of option was grayed out. In this instance, Matthew went on a limb and decided to attempted something rather difficult, not to mention unpracticed. Instead of transferring his entire body within the "other room," such an action requiring more of his special brand of energy than is available at the moment, Matthew coughed up a small orb from his mouth, and at which point his head rested downward, his body seemingly without life.

Meanwhile, the orb buzzed into the Cantina, zipping this direction and that, until it reached the middle of the room. At this point it faded from the normal world, and into the blue world. At which point, the petite white orb flew towards Maximilian, every once and a while fading slightly. This sort of procedure was difficult even with an adequate supply of energy, and the orb was without stability.

"Maximi...lian? C... Ca... Can y.. you he..ar my voice?"

The voice echoed from the orb, and at this sound, the Shrieks scurried away with the familiarity of Matthew's voice.