Go
deep throat
a cactus
White, white, white all around and Wessex realizes once and for all how much she now loves the dark. There’s been too much white this Deepfrost. If this is it, if this is the brightness before she shuts down for awhile, then can it just hurry the fuck up and fade?
Huh. Is it snowing now?
Her systems struggle on, blurry and hitching, crackling, shorting as they try to manage the damage. When she can focus, her eyes come-to on well, an eye (and just a burned-out eye) across from her face). She’s sideways on the ground, face pressed into ice and snow and a frozen, metal mess that will undoubtedly need cleaned up come Flowerbirth.
Maybe they can make something useful out of it.
She should be relieved, shouldn’t she? Her arms tremble underneath her as she presses herself up, and as soon as the Wraith is in a sitting position, she starts the healing process. The damage runs deep, the burn on her hand is no small thing and though she feels no pain, the Queen cradles it to her chest like a child as she takes in the silence and the magnitude of what she’s done. A random thought pops into her head as her mind drifts a bit, and she reaches out toElide, wherever she is, with a warning. Elide, I'm an idiot, don't use the crystal. It'll kill you. She's lucky all of that didn't just kill her.
Everyone all right? she finally asks Neron, Edy and Peter. They won’t be able to respond, but at least they’ll know she’s made it. I have to check the Barracks, see if - if anyone’s still alive. If they’re okay. If they’re even there. Her mind-voice sounds ragged, tired, not-quite defeated, but on the edge of worry. She’s not sure how much she can help in this state, but she’d never say it aloud. Not right now.
Stay where you are. Does she know where that is? No. But it’s better than them running someplace else right now.
Gathering that damn weapon (who knows maybe Morgan can use it, if she’s there, maybe the Voice can alter it into something workable) up and slinging it over her shoulder, Wessex stands and tries to guage how much she’s been able to heal herself - wouldn’t matter if it was more or less, she’s going because that’s what she does - and disappears to what is hopefully the still-standing, monsterless Barracks interior.
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Wessex tries to heal herself, collects the Damnedbow and teleports to the Barracks interior, trading one KQ for another :|
Magic: Teleportation | Can teleport to any board that Wessex has already visited, OR can teleport to an adjacent board that she's visited with someone else. If used within the same board, requires a 1-post cool down period between uses.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Magic: Healing | Minor cuts/abrasions/bruising heal nearly instantly. More severe injuries (broken bones, muscle tears, etc) heal at 50% the speed. During PQ+/KQs, heals at basic levels, with a chance to heal at higher levels depending on injury/luck.
Type: Light | Rank: Basic
The world is new to you, and you to it. During PQ/PQ+/KQs/Drops, you roll with advantage on luck-based rolls and receive an extra name during drops. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each post)
Huh. Is it snowing now?
Her systems struggle on, blurry and hitching, crackling, shorting as they try to manage the damage. When she can focus, her eyes come-to on well, an eye (and just a burned-out eye) across from her face). She’s sideways on the ground, face pressed into ice and snow and a frozen, metal mess that will undoubtedly need cleaned up come Flowerbirth.
Maybe they can make something useful out of it.
She should be relieved, shouldn’t she? Her arms tremble underneath her as she presses herself up, and as soon as the Wraith is in a sitting position, she starts the healing process. The damage runs deep, the burn on her hand is no small thing and though she feels no pain, the Queen cradles it to her chest like a child as she takes in the silence and the magnitude of what she’s done. A random thought pops into her head as her mind drifts a bit, and she reaches out to
Everyone all right? she finally asks Neron, Edy and Peter. They won’t be able to respond, but at least they’ll know she’s made it. I have to check the Barracks, see if - if anyone’s still alive. If they’re okay. If they’re even there. Her mind-voice sounds ragged, tired, not-quite defeated, but on the edge of worry. She’s not sure how much she can help in this state, but she’d never say it aloud. Not right now.
Stay where you are. Does she know where that is? No. But it’s better than them running someplace else right now.
Gathering that damn weapon (who knows maybe Morgan can use it, if she’s there, maybe the Voice can alter it into something workable) up and slinging it over her shoulder, Wessex stands and tries to guage how much she’s been able to heal herself - wouldn’t matter if it was more or less, she’s going because that’s what she does - and disappears to what is hopefully the still-standing, monsterless Barracks interior.
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Wessex tries to heal herself, collects the Damnedbow and teleports to the Barracks interior, trading one KQ for another :|
Magic: Teleportation | Can teleport to any board that Wessex has already visited, OR can teleport to an adjacent board that she's visited with someone else. If used within the same board, requires a 1-post cool down period between uses.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Magic: Healing | Minor cuts/abrasions/bruising heal nearly instantly. More severe injuries (broken bones, muscle tears, etc) heal at 50% the speed. During PQ+/KQs, heals at basic levels, with a chance to heal at higher levels depending on injury/luck.
Type: Light | Rank: Basic
The world is new to you, and you to it. During PQ/PQ+/KQs/Drops, you roll with advantage on luck-based rolls and receive an extra name during drops. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each post)
