SCUD I HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS
also I have a piece for symbol under Xino’s quote in my post, jsyk— no need to interact but it’s there
Beosta blinked. She shot a zombie wirh her crossblade before realizing that probably wouldn’t work. She stole some strength from Livetha, who was still draped around her neck, and started bashing zombies with her fists.
Snow nodded. “I think so.”
”I expected as much,” was all Mr. Whitlock said upon receiving the news. He readjusted his spectacles and examined the notes. “And you want me to… would you explain this reaction once more?” Somebody didn’t quite understand how the reaction worked and, in fact, had basically forgotten how it was made.
Mmm, yes, very funny.
She considered this. I’ll likely kill you in the end, were such an agreement to be reached.
Symbol thrust out her palm and sent a glimmering beam of light at a withergeist.
“Fun,” she said, but she had the strange and inexplicable urge to leave everyone in the party behind and go down into the basement dungeons for a stroll.
So it was time, then.
She bid a shaky farewell to Bacon, then started for the stairs. Every other version of her burst into crystalline flakes.
Beosta started protecting shoe, pulling energy from Livetha. She lasted a long, long time, but eventually her energy supply cut off and both she and the stoat fell unconscious.