the things we hold are always the first to go
"Madam spy," the running Ronin greeted as he ran by, for all intents and purposes sounding as though he really was running an obstacle course. The real deal, of course, could only hide an already reluctant smile at not breaking his concentration despite the appearance of the woman he called a sister. As she spoke again he pulled his head from his hands to look at her, the astral projection falling to a halt somewhere beside her to fold its arms and grin - a much easier expression when it wasn't real.
"You didn't, I promise. I don't think even I could handle two of me. But this is a trick I've picked up, apparently. I can project myself... out. Away from me. It can talk and everything, but it can't touch things." So saying, the projection swiped a hand right through Ashe's arm. "How're you?"
"You didn't, I promise. I don't think even I could handle two of me. But this is a trick I've picked up, apparently. I can project myself... out. Away from me. It can talk and everything, but it can't touch things." So saying, the projection swiped a hand right through Ashe's arm. "How're you?"
