WrathofaShardKitten

Evelyn wanted to scream. To run from the blackness, from the smoke that billowed out dark and thick from the sinking temperatures and Rob's unhinged laugh, from the wrongness that filled the room. But someone was already screaming, and anguished near-shout. Rob was laughing. James sank to the floor. Evelyn set her feet, and she raised her hands. She couldn't fight him, couldn't trace those chains through the air while Rob was still standing there, hand dripping, needing help. She couldn't run. She couldn't fall. So she stood, as fear sought to tear her down. She stood, hands frozen in the air, and hoped desperately that it would be enough. @I think I am here.@Wyndlerunner@AonEne

Evelyn's eyes widened as she listened. Genocide? She felt as though she'd been doused in ice water. They couldn't. Who-? Every portion of her mind rebelled at the idea, and Evelyn backed away several steps. She hardly knew what she was doing, rationality and recognition washed out by a rush of noise. Rob had been the one to bring it up? She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe any of it. Ene squirmed in her grip, and Evelyn realized she'd been holding her too tightly. She loosened her grip, unwilling to move, unwilling to be left alone through all this, only for Ene to jump free and race around a corner in a gray blur. Evelyn couldn't even watch. She stared at Rob, eyes wide in disbelief, then at James. She'd thought Rob was nice. @AonEne @I think I am here. @Wyndlerunner

I should probably actually get on the Shard some times to interact again instead of just lurking. I would also like to know what the results are.

*eyes reminder carefully* *looks at the general lack of progress on the rest of the thread* Uh... I reject your reality, and substitute my own?

Glad you're feeling a bit better. *offering hugs as well*

Same sentiment as Condensation! And while I certainly can't stop you from thinking that way, you can also hardly stop me from pointing out all the things about it that I love! *proceeds to put it in a spoiler tag* Why? Who knows. Compliments are weird sometimes, so if you really don't want them I'm not going to force you to take mine. Though I do feel the oddest urge to give them all names. Like, that one could be Anne, the hoodie guy could be Zach, there are endless possibilities! But, uh, I'll probably try to resist the serial naming urge. Also the one that insists that, "no, look, seriously, they're characters and they need backstories and look at all the plot potential." . . . So anyways, hope that helped! Or at least didn't harm!

Healer startles, turning to see the passed out Love Interest. "I can try. You're lucky that mostly dead is still a little bit alive." She barely flinches at Corrupted Hero's death, too focused on trying to help Love Interest, though she does begin to grumble something under her breath. It sounds rather like "See if I ever work with Heroes and Villains again, dying all over the place . . . attacking . . . no respect for . . . plot holes . . ." All this while bandaging the worst of Love Interest's wounds, pulling the necessary supplies from a satchel that seems way too small to actually carry everything she's using. Once she's finished, she stands again, brushing hair out of her face with the back of her hand. "I've done what I can. Now it's up to him, and whatever care he gets from here on out. If you're smart, you'll find a place where you all can rest and recover."

A wild Healer appears! She squeaks upon finding herself between Corrupted and Possible Hero, throwing her hands up in. . . kind of surrender? "Don't kill me! I'm completely useless in all fights, except as a human shield, and I would really prefer not to be used as one!"

*edges into the room* *sees what people are doing* *considers leaving again* Um, hi? I'm also female, so. . .

I'll definitely be sad to see this go! I actually pulled the sight up earlier to see what the next drawing was before realizing that technically the month was at an end, and there would be no more.

I kept meaning to say this sooner, but I might not have a submission for this time. Not only am I nearly out of time, but videos tend to kill the computer that I use. I could try to do something, that would doubtless end up very bad, but videos aren't really a great medium for my situation.

Traitor, suddenly realizing she is not being chased, slows down, stops entirely, looks around in confusion, then shrugs before going on her way.

Traitor continues to flee, throwing a snicker-doodle back at Corrupted Hero as a distraction.

Traitor arrives on the scene and pounces on the moving target (Corrupted Hero) with an instinctive reaction that would best be comparable to that of a cat. She manages to get in one good hit on the Corrupted Hero before suddenly realizing who she is and fleeing for her life.

454. Pay close attention to your surroundings, especially the sounds of the same. Sudden silence, particularly in forests well populated with wildlife, though the rule applies anywhere, is a signal to immediately begin preparing your magical wards. Should you lack magical protection against external threats, one, how have you survived this long, and two, the silence is instead a sign that you should either prepare your weapons, or flee your location as fast as possible. The low, eerie sound of stringed instruments is another warning sign. Boss music is a sign, depending on the purpose of your group, that you are either approaching your goal or should, once again, flee as fast as possible in the opposite direction as the one you had previously been traveling. The only exception to this rule is when you can actually see the musician. 455. Never run with pointy objects. You are likely not the chosen one, even if the chosen one role exists within your world. Therefore, karma occasionally demands idiotic deaths in order to create stakes, increase the randomness of the death, and to make examples for the rule. If you have not been instructed on how to properly run with dangerous weapons, this may be you. You will trip on a root/stone/nothing/your own foot, impale yourself, and either slow the party down* to the point where they are ambushed, or die. *Such slowing will often cause great annoyance to your traveling companions, and they may kill you out of sheer annoyance. Other options include abandonment, as it is better that one man should die than that the whole party should suffer.