DramaQueen

Queen sits down, blinking back the tears that threatened to cascade down her face. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She looks up at Vale, hopeful.

Queen turns, her eyes glimmering with unspilled tears. "Don't you dare leave, too. Not without me. If we won't stop you from doing something stupid, let me do it, too."

Queen clings to Fox, who she still hardly knows, glaring at Winter with a hatred unmatched by any. "No one hurts the people I care about. Not anymore. Not ever again."

Queen starts as a hand grabs the least recent newcomer, Fox, by the neck. She jumps up and runs toward Fox, grabbing her by the arm.

Hey, you wanna be my Shardbuddy?

DQ inhaled sharply, yet silently when the guard entered the cave. She quietly slid a dagger out of the secret sheath hidden in her corset, then snuck up behind the guard. In one fluid motion, she grabbed him by the hair (I'm assuming he's not wearing something on his head...if he is, just pretend she grabbed that instead.) and placed the dagger against his throat. "I don't trust you. I would have killed you immediately, but I'm not that kind of person. So, convince me to let you live." Despite her words about not being the kind of person to kill, she had a wicked grin on her face.

Rev, believe me, no one is going to refuse to be your Shardbuddy! You're awesome!!!

Queen nods. "Things are pretty stressful, huh? But, hey, you've got all of us! And we'll all help each other through it." She bumps his shoulder companionably, (I like that word ) discreetly sending a wave of confidence through their mental connection.

"Well, on the sign, in the fine print, it said that checking out a book would 'require forfeiting your soul and becoming a curator of the library.' What exactly would being a curator entail? And, what if I have no soul?" She asks, tugging on her long red ponytail.

As they go down the street, they run into Magnolia, panting. "Sorry--oh! Calarian! Customers! Hello." She attempts to quickly compose herself, taming her unkempt hair. "What is the case? And, Calarian, where are you taking them? Never mind, just tell me as we go. She falls into step beside them as they explain the dilemma.

Rosaleine, after about a half hour of trying to pull the knife out of the door using nothing but her bare hands, looks at her watch, letting out a little yelp. "Um, Mr. Anarchist? Sir? Might I be excused for the day? I've got a date, and I'd hate to be any later than fashionably. Thanks!" Not waiting for a response, she rushes out the door, throwing her coat on as she leaves.

Penelope wanders aimlessly around the streets of the Alleyverse, coming to a stop in front of a building with a sign proclaiming it as a library. A library! She thinks, excited. Books! Knowledge! She swings open the door, inhaling the scent of paper and ink coming together in a wonderful marriage. Mmmm, books, old and new. The best fragrance in the world.

DQ looked around, not seeing anyone she recognized. Then, she decided to leave the building, as she still had a strong feeling that there were good people nearby. She came across a cave and decided to take shelter there while she waited.

Queen turns to the newest newcomer, extending her hand. "I'm Queen. I have magic, but I haven't completely figured it out yet. Mostly, I just do enhancements, though I can also do invisibility, incorporeality, and floatation." Queen notices Fadran and Herate sitting alone, in silence, and walks over to sit by them. "Hey, you guys look kinda down, what's going on?"

"Wha--?" Queen looks into the distance confused. "Who or what is that? Any of you guys know?" She shouts toward the figure warily. "Who or what are you?"

Nay, thou art the one to be incorrect.

No, I do.