Nuh uh. You're fine.
Why are you even worrying about us? You don't have to... stop feeling sad because you're scared of making us uncomfortable, especially if you like really, really need to feel sad.
I guess just... If you need a second, go ahead, man. I'm cool.
edited 25th May '17 7:46:56 PM by TheIcySneasel
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed.-both groups clear the brush...and there's something there, like someone had carved a joke in space itself, the raw energy of chaos itself spilling out into reality-
-there's another group of horrors, but also a more humanoid figure in blue robes and grey hair amongst them, but they're looking away from both groups, crouched low to the ground and scanning the area-
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Homura: ...Force of habit, I guess. Hard to break out of 10 or 12 years of needing to be careful about one's words.
(sees the group, slips behind whatever cover might be there and observes for a moment to see whether those robed figures are the ones responsible for the creatures...or if they're trying to stop them)
edited 25th May '17 7:50:16 PM by megarockman
The damned queen and the relentless knight.-the figure (just one amongst the horrors) turned, shocked by the exclaimation. They said something unintelligible and a series of red arrays appeared, and the horrors themselves cowered and shuffled away quickly, scrambling to get out of the way but to no avail: the sigils activated and the entire group essentially exploded simutaneously, coating the area in a mix of blue blood, pink gore, and beaky pieces and the like-
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"...Gonna have to tone down the pretentious, what the hell does that mean?"
"Man, I'm gonna have a heck of a report to write up..."
edited 25th May '17 7:42:36 PM by Randomman5