[@Plank Sinatra][@Ayazi]

[b]Gratia Mindaro - Survival[/b]

Lorena Negasi, the Mistralese girl decided, was batshit insane. Her proposal was ridiculous in every way, beyond the bounds of what the assignment had likely expected of them. The risks involved were many, and had they been in a real world situation instead of a false, lobotomised version of reality, it would have likely ended in the woman's organs staining the sand red like a failed mother splattering a miscarriage across her bathroom floor. In this limited simulacrum, however, the points of failure were significantly minimised, and given the determination she could see in those blazing, angry eyes, something Gratia had to acknowledge as possible. It was laughable that there was appeal to some retarded plan her classmate likely shat out within minutes, but there was truth to the fact that the alternatives were pathetic and toothless.

In what fucking world did she live in that she was willing to implement it?

"[color=66cd00]Fine.[/color]" Her hand grasped onto Lorena's. "[color=66cd00]I'll follow your lead.[/color]"

If nothing else, it would be something tangible.