[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Tinder House
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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As soon as the die left Mali's hand, she regretted it. That thing was an ancient, valuable artifact. What the hell was she thinking throwing it? What if it broke? Or she lost it somewhere? Even if turned out to be the source of all this mystical bullshit, she still couldn't leave it around for Juno to find. That still didn't change how upset she was over everything that had occurred, but she just felt even worse because she worried that she might have made things even worse.

At least that's how she felt until she saw the die fly through the air as if it had a mind of its own chasing after... What the hell was that mass of black? Her mind auto-completed it to being the true source of the horror movie shit going on. Kind of like the monsters in The Mist except not at all. Having at least some concrete bit of information helped stabilize the world a bit, giving her ground to work with. That was until Robert told her that Zoie was dead, killed by that thing. 

A small part of Mali wasn't shocked that this happened. She saw Zoie run off alone, which was a death sentence in slasher films. And yet, it was so sudden. An hour ago she never would have thought Zoie would be killed before nightfall, least of all not by a shadowy lovecraft monstrosity. But if anything, the adrenaline running  through her body was enough to keep the full gravity of the situation from hitting her, which was enough. Furthermore, it was running from the die, which was glowing. Her hands were still glowing too. Did that mean? Mali ran to the front of the house to the window to see what exactly would happen next.