The cover of night gave the shadows an extra boost as they stretched on. Lingering within the darkness Carlyle stood, watching the little shop. During the day he had seen the various shiny knick-nacks ripe for the picking. The shop wasn't a home or anyone's dwelling so getting in shouldn't be a disaster. This was the perfect place to do some supernatural thievery.
Carlyle was wearing the usual sketchy crap; black gloves, an empty backpack, dark clothing, and a beanie. Picking the lock to the back door was easy enough and he slipped inside. There was a small electronic safe below the back counter. Crouching down he held his hand out, focusing on the small metal box to try and open it. The world began it's usual blur and then the tilting started. As if someone was moving a camera too fast on a TV screen.
Gritting his teeth he stumbled up and backwards as the vertigo hit him full force. His back met with a lamp that tipped. With his current state he couldn't use his reflexes to catch it. It crashed into a vase sending it hurtling to the floor.
SMASH The sound was loud and jarring, making his eyes widen.
Oh shit.
Failed on the technokinesis attempt to open the safe.