MABEL
Things don’t go well.
Perhaps it was best that Ascended couldn’t feel pain, for their senses would have been overwhelmed by the distinctions. Maybe the semblance of utter failure would do enough damage.
Prying the boards should’ve been easy enough, a relinquishing of old nails and cracked, decrepit, splintered wood. But it wasn’t, and they snap and intermingle, fracture and splinter, coming completely apart, disintegrating before their eyes, debris and ash and cinders alike. Some of the timber split right into two, coming back upon Mabel andCameron, either intending to maim, slash, rip, or tear into their flesh. A hiss grumbled from the girl, and she could only glance back at the stranger, uncertain as to how he fared.
Even shingles should’ve been easier, but there was no fortune on their side this evening.Aamu, wonderful as always, couldn’t handle his grasp on them (for whatever reason – likely very, very poor dice rolls), and they all fell off to the side, landing with a heap back upon the grass. The long, long weeds that hadn’t been taken care of in some time, collecting and curling around the house.
The youth didn’t bother hiding her grimace. “Well, we’ll have to try that again.”
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Those dice rolls were impressively bad.
Cameron and Mabel’s efforts don’t go quite as planned – the wood snaps between them and hits them.
Aamu loses his shingles and they’ve fallen off the roof.
Try again. D:
Perhaps it was best that Ascended couldn’t feel pain, for their senses would have been overwhelmed by the distinctions. Maybe the semblance of utter failure would do enough damage.
Prying the boards should’ve been easy enough, a relinquishing of old nails and cracked, decrepit, splintered wood. But it wasn’t, and they snap and intermingle, fracture and splinter, coming completely apart, disintegrating before their eyes, debris and ash and cinders alike. Some of the timber split right into two, coming back upon Mabel and
Even shingles should’ve been easier, but there was no fortune on their side this evening.
The youth didn’t bother hiding her grimace. “Well, we’ll have to try that again.”
--
Those dice rolls were impressively bad.
Cameron and Mabel’s efforts don’t go quite as planned – the wood snaps between them and hits them.
Aamu loses his shingles and they’ve fallen off the roof.
Try again. D:
Let's go to war to make peace
Let's be cold to create heat
Let's be cold to create heat
