SoT looked at the vast presence that had entered the thread. Her eyes went wide as she gaped at the anti-figure like a child peeking at the presents under the tree, early Christmas day. "Silence..." she found herself whispering, awestruck by him.
"Another Author." SoT smiled. "At least, I'm pretty sure. I've never met him. Star has, once. But never me, or Ember. Although-"
You've said enough, TVG said, silencing her.
"Oh. Sorry." SoT shrugged.
"My heart was cursed," SoT explained. "Er, well, TVG's heart was cursed. I was just borrowing it for her. I couldn't tell you how Redacted got down here though. Odd. Well anyway, it's nice to have another refuge other than TLT again!"
Thought floated above the crater, wondering how she was going to approach this. She decided to begin attacking her foe's mind. She expanded into it, clawing at his Identity and at his very soul.
I got a white pen for my birthday last month and decided to put it to good use today. This is the result of painstakingly intricate scissor-work and some Silence-related creativity.
Thought put up a forcefield to catch the bullet. The bullet didn't hit her, but it destroyed the forcefield. Thought growled, phasing her foot through his hand and using her spear to hit Silence's gun hand.