[PQ] In My Basement?

Amalia

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stop thinking so much

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Amalia stops as Adam grabs her arm, turning back to face him, an eyebrow raised in confusion. She wants to go inside, to be saved from the awkwardness of this makeshift gathering: already she regrets coming here at all, the ice of Wessex's impassive stare inching, insidious, up her spine.

But Adam has called them for a reason other than decoration- which shouldn't surprise her, really. Crossing her arms, Amalia waits for an explanation of why they're here. Something in the basement. She turns back to look inside just as the THUMP THUMP THUMP! rings out, making her jump a little. Laughing self-consciously, the girl shakes her head, listening as the others show their skills, weapons drawn and hackles raised. She has nothing: her staff is back at the bakery, and she has no magic ability of which to speak.

"It's probably a golem," she murmurs to Adam, stealing a nostalgic glance back for Wessex, remembering their last tangle with one such creature. "Sunlight will cause it to fall apart." Knowledge is what she is working with: knowledge and leopard claws, feline teeth and slatted eyes peering into the dark.

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you're breaking your own heart

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