-Too much-
-Too much need to get out want to get out need to—
-She stumbles out of the drop pod-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Holds her head, the air rippling around her-
Nnnngh!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She was wound up so tight, all she needed to do was yell to get the tears to start streaming-
-She coughs and splutters-
-The air starts stretching, then it tears-
-Pink hooks and tentacles start to emerge from the gash-
edited 27th Jan '17 12:35:00 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Gracia screams as one of these
◊ ugly things enter realspace-
-Warpfire coalesces in its hand, while another grips the psyker around her collar, dragging her over-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-It is tracing some kind of fiery purple sigil onto her forehead as she cries out-
-It takes note of the noise, though, looking up from its handiwork-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-It drops Gracia as the chainsword carves into it, stumbling back as limbs drop off and dissolve in smoky purple fire-
-Then the tree crushes it, banishing it from the plane entirely-
-With the ritual incomplete, the tear in the warp dies away-
-Gracia lies on the ground, staring at the sky-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Gracia sits up, the glowing incantation on her forehead fading away-
...
-She is staring up at the Sister of Battle with abject fear-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The Sister yanks the sword out as best she can, running it to try and dislodge it faster-
-It works, and she gets it out with a terrific fanfare of shredding wood-
"The Emperor protects! I suffer not these things to live...who brought you here, vile daemon?"
-Shit Gracia she's turned to you-
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Gracia trembles-
I-It wasn't me.
-All evidence points to it being her-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Nothing. Nothing except for the slight creak of metal as the wind blows limbs and material around-
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