[Well there's a bit of wait! Molly brings him in, infiltration style. He has to hang out, prove to everyone he's a non-threat. And then at some point, a window on the second floor opens and Molly pokes his head out.]
[Abandoning Frumpkin to enemy terrority ............ all's fair in love and war. He makes a bit of a face while he considers how to deal with this, poking his head in and out of the window, before deciding, fine, he's got a high enough Dex he's gonna just attempt to climb down it. It's only two stories.]
[God. Stupid. Putting the underwear on the ground, taking the cocoon out of his pocket, squeezing it in his hand and muttering some magic words, waving his arms around, and then Caleb turns into a giant eagle. He picks up the underwear in one talon and then and flies up and grabs Molly with his talons]
[Well, Mollymauk, sweet Mollymauk "Died in Episode 26" Tealeaf, hasn't actually experienced the height of the Mighty Nein's Polymorph Shenanigans, so he's absolutely shooketh at this moment that he's fucking nabbed out of the sky by something he had no idea was coming. He probably just thinks a god has come down out of the sky to kill him.
Clinging like hell to whatever he can, claws digging into giant eagle leg. But at least he's too shocked to yell? So thank god for that.]
[Flying up to the roof and depositing one tiefling up there. Per the mods, from up here you can see mountains, or the city, and the campus is surrounded by forests but at the edge of them you can see small neighborhoods.
The eagle just perches next to him and squawks at him, flapping his wings a little.]
[Well he fucking runs as soon as he's deposited on the the ground, scrambling over to get cover behind something on the roof to have a fuckin' panic attack - he did decent enough on his intelligence check so after a few solid seconds of freaking out at possibly just getting swooped out of nowhere and killed on the roof of this building - he'll notice that the eagle isn't actually attacking him and is a sort of familiar color. Peeking around from behind where he's hidden.]
[He leans into the scritches and coos just a bit. When he pulls away, bumping his head against him playfully. Then hopping over to some sharp pokey thing up here that mods said exist because fnnuy. Poking that with his beak. Looking at the underwear. Flapping a wing in the air.]
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Well this seems exciting. Suppose I've got no choice.
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[JUST NOT EVEN QUESTIONING WHY HE'D NEED IT?]
Want something in exchange though.
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Suppose I'll need to come pick up Frumpkin?
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I promise you I have no control over Futaba's actions. Accept the advice or choose a different exchange.
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[Anyway, sending Frumpkin to Spring Dorm! And waiting outside for kitty to steal some underwear.]
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Psst! Oi!
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Yes. . . ?
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Frumpkin's too popular. He's compromised. Here--
[Just. Yeeting the undies out of the window.]
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Okay, but come down here. I need you for the next part.
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[God. Stupid. Putting the underwear on the ground, taking the cocoon out of his pocket, squeezing it in his hand and muttering some magic words, waving his arms around, and then Caleb turns into a giant eagle. He picks up the underwear in one talon and then and flies up and grabs Molly with his talons]
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Clinging like hell to whatever he can, claws digging into giant eagle leg. But at least he's too shocked to yell? So thank god for that.]
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The eagle just perches next to him and squawks at him, flapping his wings a little.]
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What the fuck.
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[Holding his own horns????]
Nearly fucking pissed myself! [He might have? A little?] What? What am I doing. Caleb? That is you, right? I'm not finally having a mindbreak?
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Right right okay. What am I doing with Claude's underthings again?
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