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Caelea was on edge the whole time. She disliked the way this Amethyst person was talking and how much they seemed to think killing Britney was right. Sure she may have thought of it a few times when she’d really hated Britney but it had never been serious. God, traitor or not that didn’t mean she had to die. Seems they were medieval both in dress and ways.

[i]Got it, I’ll be ready,[/i] she thought back at Penny, hoping it would get through. 

Min wasn’t sure what to make of everything. He certainly wasn’t on the side of killing members of their group, they needed everyone to win this. But he wasn’t against allying with Amethyst. Really, he didn’t understand why Penny refused to take the abstraction of the Mayor. How could it harm her in any way? If anything it would just give them another edge. They desperately needed that.

He raised an eyebrow as Amethyst told him to take it. Now, Min wasn’t a big fan of being ordered about. But he was being given the opportunity to get the abstraction… and he’d been curious what that would be like ever since Britney had told them it was possible.

He wanted to know what it was like and how the other abstraction felt. 

“I’ll take it,” Min spoke up, stepping around Lynette to get to the body of the Mayor. He wrinkled his nose slightly. Not exactly a pleasant sight. “Someone should.”

Before anyone could argue against it or stop him, Min bent down and placed his hand on the Mayor’s sigil – concentrating on it like Amethyst had told Penny to.


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So lost in her own thoughts, it took a moment for Tuyen to realise that Rita had joined her in the sofa. Then the other girl hugged her, awkwardly. Tuyen stiffened a bit first before quickly relaxing. She also wasn’t one for frequent physical contact but it was nice for a short moment. It helped quiet her thoughts just a little bit.

To shut up the constant doubt that anyone here would even give her a second thought, and that they’d all be happy if she were to die. 

A thank you was on her lips when she was cut of by the thud on the roof, literally flinching as the Wendigos started talking. Fuck, there was no way they were getting away from this. She was exhausted and fairly certain that her shadow wasn’t going to jump to her rescue again. Not that it had wanted to the last time anyway. She didn’t even want it to become physical again. Everytime there was a fear that it would damage something, [i]someone[/i], important. 

Rien almost cursed under their breath at the loud thump on roof, instantly snatching up the map and putting it back in their coat (thank god for ski jackets and their pockets on the inside). At least they didn’t know exactly where they were but, well, it wasn’t exactly a good situation. Sooner or later they’d be found.

“Yeah, I think I can,” Rien nodded at Rita’s idea. It was a good one, better for them to do whatever they could to get away. “I’ll do an alarm clock, since a firecracker requires something to light it… which I don’t have.”

They grabbed their sketchbook and started drawing. Doing an alarm clock from memory was harder than expected, but they managed to draw one of the kind with the two bells on the top and pulled it out of their drawing. It was small but seemed like it should work.

“Let’s hope this is functional.”