Mm.
-Leans against a tree, not even pointing the gun at them-
-Her hands flash gold for a split second, and a host of big, bulky robots materialize in the trees around her, railguns and plasma cannons starting to power up-
-They stomp forward, not being stealthy at all and bearing down on the entrance, not firing just yet-
...
(no use holding it back, now)
Trace...
(the mana in her right hand flares up, forming into a brilliant light)
(as she raises said right hand up high, lunging forward towards Moreau, as if moving to swing an imaginary sword down on him)
On!!!!
(an imaginary sword that, on her command, becomes real)
(a sword swung with the intent to bisect Moreau diagonally)
edited 2nd May '16 6:21:24 PM by foxmccloud4387
... You should be happy that you are allowed to so much as walk around, talk to people, and even have someone here who worries about you.
Because I have been in a prison before, it was outside, there were flowers everywhere, and everything was beautiful. But I was forced to do things and I got punished harshly for moving out of my spot, not doing as I was told, and talking when not spoken to.
This is not prison Gracia... Not close...
edited 2nd May '16 6:26:19 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!Clearing
... Well, that's certainly a welcoming. -clearly looks like he's on the backpedal-
-sighs-
A shame, really.
... Kill them.
-the Automatons beside him, charge toward Imuka and Tallis, blatantly disregarding the mechs-
The Hut
-! -he tries to raise a scalpel to stop it, but he ends up kinda just getting his hand split in two, as he's bisected from shoulder to side, falling onto the ground with only one mangled arm, a chest, and his head- Ghh-ghhaaaa! Again- Fuccckk... being a vampire... was the worst idea... -just trying to move- Because I'm not even dead yet...
-the chained up automaton moves a little, opening it's mouth into a sing-song radio kind of voice- Yoouuu shouulllddd of stayyyeeeed deeeaaddd.
edited 2nd May '16 6:29:41 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-She looks down-
-The up at Ariel-
-Then pulls her into a hug-
Okay... I'll stay...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(the sword shatters, the instant after it cuts through Moreau)
(letting out a small cry of pain at the strength she put behind that swing, she looks down at Moreau, then at the hilt in her hand)
...
(she just drops the hilt to the ground, as it and the other fragments of the weapon all vanish like an illusion)
(before sprinting up the stairs, paying no heed to the chained-up Crippen but trying to snap off the handle of the scalpel lodged in her left shoulder)
(removing the weapon won't stop the bleeding, she reasons)

If you won't let me leave when I want, then it's a prison. That's how it works.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?