Naomi: [Hm. We might need to keep somebody constantly dumping lightning into that so that it doesn't get back up. But that seems... highly infeasible.]
[And I can't melt anything that would start bleeding current, because these things can only shoot ten feet underwater.]
edited 10th Dec '16 12:42:07 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Naomi: -to Quartz- [Are you sure you can keep that lightning storm up for as long as we need to all get into the base?]
[Because if you fail you are going to die a messy and extremely painful death.]
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—Artorias pulls out three extra talismans for duration, and puts his hands together, outstretched. He begins to mutter a prayer, and a current begins swirling in his palms—
@Quartz: [Little preoccupied, but not I.]
edited 10th Dec '16 1:12:15 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.

—Artorias pauses, then infuses his soul into his palm. A spear of lightning is resting in his grip, releasing arcs all around him like little streaks of sunlight—
@Everyone: {Everyone back away, this is gonna be a powerful one!]
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.