Megan didn't have a negative reaction to fire - if anything, it was a positive thing for her. It reminded her of spontaneous human combustion, a fancy term for when someone dies due to a fire and no one could figure out the cause. Usually it had to do with the wick effect, probably brought on by someone falling asleep with a cigarette. Even with that rational thought though, whenever she read about cases of it, it always brought on a sense of supernatural awe and terror. It was like her blood had been electrified, her heart beating with fear and excitement all at once. She didn't share these thoughts with the others - probably for the best, a few cases involved bones shrinking down to insanely small sizes and she figured these people may vomit at the thought.
She made her way out of the grate and followed Hansel into the prison, her mind still ablaze. She took the key that Hansel offered her and she studied it for a moment, walking down the cell block until she eventually found a lock that the key fit into. She inserted the key and started to turn it, only for the key to jam. Megan sighed slightly - old keys could be sticky like this sometimes. She once had a dorm key that always jammed. She jiggled it in the lock, managing to get it unstuck, and she turned it, but the tumblers didn't move. Megan took a step back with one foot and put her weight into it, really shoving the key into the lock as she turned it, and this time she opened it on up.
"If you're a murderer, you're obligated to tell me."
"What? Oh, yeah. It'll be very," she promised Niah, before returning to studying the maps in front of her. She wished that she had military advisers to work with her - typically her fellow praetor would have been there for her to bounce ideas off of.
Nancy glanced up, a bit surprised to hear Madalyne's voice. She had figured her friend would need a lot of time to herself to sort everything out, but she smiled, grateful she was here. Her intuition told her that Mads would want to proceed with business as usual, so as much as Nancy wanted to fret and fuss over her, she didn't. "The Fifth's making a defensive line, Fourth and Third are working on siege weapons, First and Second are setting traps within New Rome. Evacuations are underway, we're going to have a medical tent nearby, we're using the Senate House as the war room. Terminus is going to see if there are any ex-legionnaires who want to help in the struggle, and Alexandra is making sacrifices to the gods," Nancy summarized for Madalyne as efficiently as she could. It hadn't been that long since Mads went off to take a minute, but a lot of decisions had already been made.
She then gestured at the maps in front of her. "These are my ideas for tactical positions. The Fifth will hold the sewers. First and Second defend Camp. Third and Fourth guard New Rome. The Greeks can go with the Fifth - or cause trouble on their own, I don't really expect much from them," she explained. "I was going to call the centurions here for a meeting to relay this information to them once construction has finished - ideally with some tactics added beyond just locations." She pursed her lips slightly, looking at Mads. "Sorry, I know it's a lot. I've got this, if you need time."
๐ Leda Storm ๐
Location: the Ship - Top Deck -> Cargo Hold Skills: N/A
"We have very different definitions of very soon, luv," Leda teased. She couldn't help herself. They would arrive in New Rome this evening, but she imagined it would still be cutting it close - there had been a large possibility before that they wouldn't even get there until the next morning. Maybe Kiera would be right though, if Lauryn and all could work some magic on the engines and really push the ship, but Leda doubted it. Everything moved too slow for her liking.
She giggled slightly though as Kiera asked for help into the armor, trying to make it sexy. They had played Capture the Flag - Kiera ought to have known that there wasn't anything sexy about Greek armor. It was clunky, old, and smelled like gym socks. The designs were unimaginative too - Leda would have preferred things with more bursts of color, like Sabine's armor in Rebels or something. She started giggling even harder though when they got to the makeshift armory and Demetri decided to turn into an Apollo wannabe. "You don't look at all like your self, luv. Which I s'pose may or may not be a good thing," she said with a smirk, before looking through the armor and finding some that looked like it would fit Kiera. "Here, Kiera, try this."
"Oliver, the leg can turn into a wheelchair. I'd recommend you do that and help Niah outside. I'll go bring the ship around, I'll be out front, you can't miss it," Dr. Larson promised. She gave both of them a quick smile, before she left the room. Whenever the two of them ventured out of the hospital, Dr. Larson's ship was hovering right above the main entrance way. The boarding ramp would only be lowered once Niah and Oliver approached, since otherwise it would be an access issue for people trying to get into the hospital.
Above Serval Industries, Virginia - Quinjet: 9:30 P.M.
Bonnie heard a shout coming from the tech bay and she sighed slightly. They had enough people with injuries already and apparently, Kwassi had hurt himself somehow. She pinched her nose briefly. She felt like the mother of eighteen toddlers, all of them running around with knives. Cass had rushed off after the shout, only to be followed by the Serval CEO, Andrew. She didn't like the idea of leaving the psychopath, Folly, basically alone with the President. Matt had gone off to check in on the chaos too. It left her, Folly, Agent 13, and the President.
"Sorry, sir. Calling you by your first name feels a bit like calling my high school principal Karen," Bonnie told the President. She had been in JROTC in high school. She was very much a military type of girl and calling one's superior officer - the superior officers of all superior officers really - by their first name just felt wrong to her. It was almost as wrong as leaving the President without tending to his injuries. She had to imagine that the Secret Service and White House staff were probably regularly annoyed by him.
"I can watch her, go," Agent 13 said to Bonnie, sensing what her reluctance really was about.
"I don't need a babysitter," Folly protested, rolling her eyes slightly. "Alex and I go waaay back anyways. I knew him before he was all fancy, back when he was just a mini wannabe dictator - or is the word director? I always get them mixed up..."
"...Right," Bonnie said, before grabbing a medical kit and she went over to the tech bay. Kwassi didn't really seem that hurt to her, but everyone was crowding around him. "Excuse me, doctor coming through, excuse me."
And then, over the intercom: "Hello, this is your fetching and sexy captain speaking. If you look out your window on the right, you will see one of the ugliest corporate campuses in America aka Serval Industries. We'll be making our landing momentarily, so take a seat and strap in - or don't, I'm not the one who has to clean your guts off the ceiling, so I don't really care either way. Hawkeye out."
In A Flying Yellow Spaceship - Above New York: 9:30 P.M
Raynor had spent a majority of the flight wondering exactly what was the deal with Astrad. From what he could tell, he was a condescending idiot who had decided to memorize a dictionary. What would S.H.I.E.L.D. want with a guy like that? He also apparently could only follow orders blindly, leaving Raynor to conclude that he had to be a robot or something along those lines, it was the only explanation that made sense.
The rest of the flight he had been focusing on Sparky, worrying about her and her health. The last he had seen her, M-Pox had been ravaging the world. Now, she was pregnant and had been violated by a skrull. It made his blood boil just to think about it. The anger was good though - it was better than feeling powerless, or dwelling on how he had seen his dead parents again and they hadn't recognized him. "We'll want to find Abercrombie when we get in. She's psychic, she can probably find skrulls easily," he suggested once they entered Earth's atmosphere. He didn't say it, but Amelia really was one hell of a pilot - she was a fast learner and her flying skills were noticeably better than they had been at takeoff.
"Abercrombie?" Amelia asked, as the New York City skyline came into view. "Guessing that's another agent from your crew? Or is she a secret wizard as well?" Sparky had a lot of weird connections - like Doctor Strange level weird - so she wouldn't have been surprised if Abercrombie really was another wizard. Maybe this Abercrombie was a pupil of Professor X or something? That'd be wicked cool. Amelia had never met the X-Men before.
"I'm guessing Abercrombie either quit or got promoted again then?" Raynor asked Sparky.
"Ooookay just ignore my question then, thanks, ta," Amelia mumbled. She was focusing on piloting their craft, only she didn't know exactly where they were needed. She managed to get them into a hovering pattern after a few tries and she tilted her head back to look at the others. "Oi, love birds and friend, where exactly am I taking us? I'm pretty sure the Avengers won't really like an alien ship hovering over New York City, bad vibes and all."
Even though she knew the plan, Runa couldn't help but be nervous. If Nadia lost the game, then she'd lose her sword. She really hoped that Nadia had a fair amount of luck, since Klara was right, strategy only went so far in games like these. Still though, they did need to get these tools - they had to complete this fetch quest so they could get the information they needed to save the world. She bit her lip slightly, wishing she had the power to turn herself invisible or something like that. She usually was pretty naturally invisible at school and all, but here in a room of dwarves, she stuck out like a sore thumb.
Runa quietly moved towards the corner of the room with the tools, hoping that she wouldn't attract attention. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw someone notice her, and Runa panicked for a brief second, before she got an idea and decided to hope for the best. She leaned up against the tool table and pushed up slightly, so that way she was sitting on the table, and she leaned forward, looking at the game. The dwarf who noticed her apparently bought that she had just been looking for a seat all along and Runa felt their eyes leave her, and she relaxed slightly.
Guin gritted her teeth slightly, muscling her way through the pain. "The usual bullshit," she told her father. She didn't dare make a move to attack the Lokis she saw - she had figured out that they were illusions, keeping her from seeing her friends. The only issue was she didn't know where the real Loki was and in her condition, she couldn't very well run off to go look for him. She was barely standing, supported purely by her armor. I'm right-- Guin started to say to Pietro, only to be caught off...
... as a gigantic flaming ball of fire slammed into her. Her armor protected her mostly from the blast, but she could still feel the heat through the suit. The impact forced her to stumble backwards and she screamed in pain from the shifting of her weight, only further aggravating her broken legs. The world looked like it was spinning and Guin could hardly think straight. Her mind was just consumed by the unspeakable pain, it was surprising that she hadn't fallen unconscious yet - although she was barely conscious to be fair. Help, she squeaked out to Pietro.
Guina I can't see you! Pietro responded panicking.
Guin shut her eyes tightly and scrunched up her nose, as she took off her helmet and threw it at the ground at her feet. She hoped that now she wasn't wearing it, Pietro would see it. Helmet, she urged him, unable to think clearly - not really able to form more than one word sentences.
Oh, I can see the helmet! Wait why aren't you wearing it????
Help was all Guin repeated, not even aware that she was crying from how bad the pain was.
Guina? The helmet on the ground is not helping me really find you since I still only see Loki everywhere!!!!! it was clear from the panic in his voice that he was insanely confused as to everything that was going on around him and him panicking was clearly not helping with this entire situation.
Runa, meanwhile, saw even more duplicates of her uncle appearing. She frowned sharply, trying to think of what to do. His flames were incredibly annoying, having charred her clothes partially, but she was used to the heat - her father was Baldur after all. "Uncle, reveal thyself," Runa said. She closed her eyes, concentrating as she manipulated Asgardian magicks to attempt to reveal which duplicate was really Loki.
It turned out to not be any of the duplicates. She kept her eyes shut, sensing where Loki ought to have been. When she opened her eyes, there was just an empty spot there, but she was positive. "Hellfire, mine, come hither and hark this," Runa summoned, before slamming a gigantic ball of fire into the spot where she thought Loki was. It looked almost like a ring of fire and she tilted her head slightly, unable to tell if she had hit him at all, but hoping she had.
Neil Spellman
Location: Liberty Island Skills: N/A
Neil shook his head. He wasn't going to leave Carolina. "No, we're going together," he insisted. He didn't want to split up. They were already on a crowded island filled with panicking civilians and it had been hard enough for them to do something as simple as leave the building. He wasn't going to split the party in the middle of all of this chaos, especially since the rest of the team had already engaged Loki. He shot an incredulous look at Annie as she rushed off, just leaving Carolina behind. "Why does everyone always split the party," he muttered, a bit salty.
Once Carolina caught her breath, then they would go and join the others. He was worried that if he had left with Annie, Loki would show up and kill Carolina. At least if he was here with her, he could help fight off any sneak attacks by the God of Mischief. He bit his lip slightly, feeling exposed even as people were rushing past them, not really paying them any attention. He didn't know how long it would take for Carolina to catch her breath after the gas, yet another reason he wasn't going to leave. If Carolina needed medical attention, leaving her alone would be a very bad idea.
Emma Frost - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 10:59 AM, Feb 17, 2021
Vulcan - cured
Legion - mild symptoms
Morgan - severe symptoms
Toad - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 11:34 AM, Feb 17, 2021
Mild Symptoms: Headache, some splotchiness of the skin, fatigue and exhaustion Moderate Symptoms: Difficulty breathing, dizziness, vomiting, blood shot eyes, prominent veins Severe Symptoms: Vomiting blood, trouble walking, bleeding from the ears, extreme skin discoloration, general looniness
So far, only two individuals have "cured" themselves from M-Pox. The first was S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Cassandra Reed. The second was Gabriel Summers A.K.A. Vulcan.
Casper Theriot
Location: the Glitter Factory Skills: Mediumship
The bouncers definitely weren't the sort to be won over by words - fortunately, Spark Plug also had her mutant power on her side. The bouncers eyes glazed over slightly, like she had pulled a Jedi mind trick on them, and they nodded. "Yeah, Casper can go inside," one of them mumbled. "Maybe the boss will want to rekindle things," the other agreed, stepping aside to let Casper through.
Casper bowed his head slightly, clasping his hands together like in prayer. "You won't regret this - at least, not immediately, I swear," he promised. He didn't remember dating Christian Frost. That wasn't really too surprising. Before James, Casper had only ever dated people if he needed a new drug hookup or if he was tired of couch surfing. He hadn't exactly been an indoor cat. In fact, he was pretty certain that he had once accidentally slept with one of Jack's boyfriends - or had it been the other way around?
He pranced slightly into the room, pecking James on the cheek with a kiss. Casper loved the Glitter Factory. Every twenty minutes, glitter came down from the ceiling like confetti. The strobe light was always going, enough to give anyone with even mild epilepsy a seizure. And the boys - no, the men - on the poles had such fine chiseled abs, you could get lost in them for days. He couldn't help but wonder how James would feel about having a threesome one of these days.
"Keep your mind out of the gutter," Ben reminded Casper, but his heart wasn't really in it. While he was a ghost, Ben was still a gay man - and he never admitted it, but he enjoyed the Glitter Factory as much as Casper did.
Sadly, Casper didn't get to enjoy his surroundings very long, as Echo came running from the dressing rooms, screaming like Admiral Ackbar. "What do you mean it's a trap? Like, the prices for the booze here are outrageous and it's a trap? Or that you thought you had fallen in love with a stripper but they're just using you for the money and it's a trap? Or that your long lost lover was back there and you thought you ended things but they've come back for child support and they're suing you and it's a trap? Or..." Casper rambled.
He could hardly see the hooded figure stumble out of the dressing room. He didn't need to see them though. He heard the gunshot go off and a second later, Casper found himself on the ground unexpectedly. He felt his chest, knowing that it was burning or something, and he pulled away his hand, finding blood - glitter fell down from the ceiling and people started to scream as they ran for the emergency exits.
Havok stumbled, losing his balance after Champion shocked him. His hair was standing up like he had just stuck his finger in a socket - which, he guessed, he basically had. As he tried to regain his balance, Havok ended up crashing into Veil. Veil fell forward from the sudden impact, scraping up her knees as she hit the ground - it was a miracle that her cloak of invisibility around them all held up. "What the hell was that for?" Havok whispered angrily, trying not to ruin the mission. "You could've gotten us all exposed, kid."
"Calm down, Havok," Veil said softly, getting back up to her feet. She brushed her hands on her jeans. Her palms and knees were red, but there was no harm done overall. They were inside the lobby of the building. It was a little after lunch time, so they needed to move quickly and hope any bureaucrats returning would stay out of the way. Veil knew the room they were looking for - room 97 - and she pursed her lips slightly.
Thankfully, they were lucky. She saw a visitor's map next to a bench on the far side of the lobby. She quietly moved across, trying her best not to let her feet click-clack on the tile flooring. The floor reminded her a bit of a chess board with its black and white pattern, and it was hard to believe how ornate all of the decorations were around her. It screamed wealth. Veil picked up the map and to any bystanders, it would have looked like the map just disappeared. "This way, it's in the east wing, room 97," she whispered to the group, before heading down a hallway that led to the east wing.
She just hoped that everyone could hold it together a little while longer. Tensions were high. Sapphire was having some sort of traumatic response. Havok was being an ass as usual.
Sunshine
Location: Ronald Regan Airport -> Mutant Underground: Entranceway Skills: N/A
Sunshine felt like the wind had been knocked out of her as they finally made it back to the Mutant Underground after two jumps. She collapsed onto the ground next to Max, trying to catch her breath. She hadn't done the hard work of teleportation, but the sudden displacement of her body across time and space was still a bit of a doozy. The last teleporter she knew had been Blink and her method seemed much more gentle, as they just walked through a portal. She had no idea how Max's worked but it didn't surprise her that it seemed to be way more chaotic.
"You're not useless... At least, not totally useless," Sunshine corrected him once she had caught her breath. She stood to her feet and frowned. She felt on edge. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. It was so incredibly quiet here, quieter than it had ever been. No one answered Max's calls and deep down, her gut was telling her that they were alone. She poked her head into the dining room and into the training room, seeing nothing. Maybe everyone was upstairs asleep, but in the middle of the day? It didn't sit right with her.
"No one else is here," she told Max, frowning. "Maybe... Maybe Jack did something to them."
Megan's eyes widened slightly as Hansel revealed that all of the healing in this land was done by magic. She supposed it made sense, given the infancy of science here. People had to use the tools available to them and if magic was the best option, then that's what they would use. She mused whether or not they had medical schools with lengthy residences and whatnot, before deciding probably not. If she had to guess, people likely learned by apprenticeships here - it felt very medieval and all. The more she learned about this land, the stranger it felt to her - even though she was supposedly its princess. She wondered what sort of person she would have become, had she been raised here.
She diligently climbed the ladder up once it was her turn, deciding not to speak since noise had been an issue Hansel raised earlier. They just had to wait now. She glanced at Jack, before looking briefly at the two girls deciding to talk and Megan rolled her eyes slightly. They weren't going to be final girls like that - they were probably the ones who would die first or who would run into the house after something silly like a slipper when the serial killer was still there.
Nancy took her weapons back, glad that Terminus was willing to let them hold weapons in New Rome. She didn't have any hard feelings towards Madalyne for leaving her to run the war effort - if anything, she was worried if Madalyne was okay or not. She hoped that Waverley wouldn't put her foot in her mouth for once. They had allies on their way though - the Greeks. She bit her lip slightly, debating whether or not to ask the Hunters of Diana to come and aid them in their struggle, but she decided against it. They had their own mission. New Rome would not fall that day. "That's all. Go," she told everyone in the room. "Alexandra, I want you to make a sacrifice to the gods - particularly Mars and Bellona. We'll want their blessings in the battle."
She would have gone and done it herself, but she needed to be prepared to command - to decide what strategies to use. She found the war maps of Camp Jupiter and New Rome, spreading them out on the praetor's table. The maps of Camp Jupiter and New Rome were enchanted, showing movements of all within them. The third map she found was of the sewer system and she frowned sharply. She hoped that the construction could be completed by all of the cohorts quickly. She found a bit of sticky notes and wrote on one - MEDICS - and stuck it on one of the villas nearby. She did something similar on the Senate House for WAR ROOM. Nancy strummed her fingers on the desk as she thought.
She wrote down numbers for each of the cohorts, before placing her stickies. The First and Second Cohort would defend Camp Jupiter. The Third and Fourth would be placed around New Rome. The Fifth Cohort would be down in the sewers. "Terminus - would you go inform the citizens of New Rome to take shelter? If any are willing to fight or assist, bring them to me."
๐ Leda Storm ๐
Location: the Ship Skills: N/A
"Yeah, I feel chuffed whenever I get to chat with the Romans," Leda quipped, shaking her head slightly as she looked at Kiera. She really didn't like the way the Romans treated everyone. They didn't get a chance to really interject and contribute to the plan, instead the Romans just decided they knew what was best and that would be that. They were all so war happy too, she wouldn't have been surprised if they turned out to all be children of Ares - or Mars, she guessed - at the end of the day. At least Jason would probably love New Rome then. He'd fit right in.
Alannah apparently was going to push things so that way they'd get there sooner - ideally in time. Leda didn't like the Romans, but she didn't want them to die. She'd go down swinging for her fellow demigods, Camp Half-blood or Camp Jupiter didn't matter. "Mm, yeah, probably would be a good idea," Leda admitted. "The Romans are expecting an attack. If we're lucky, gods willing we can help them stop it. Which means... Oi, Alannah, do we have any armor on this ship? Should probably get everyone fitted with a set."
The nurses instantly went to fetch the doctor, but Larson stopped them in their tracks. "I'll be taking over Dr. Bautista's care," Dr. Larson explained. "You may go now - thank you," she said with a smile. The nurses looked a bit uncertain, but it was late and they were tired and Dr. Larson was clearly a doctor, so they nodded and left the room. "We can take my ship," Dr. Larson offered. "It's much faster than anything made here on Earth."
??? - Quinjet: 9:20 P.M.
In the cockpit, Hawkeye overheard what Cass said - even with the divider in the way. He scowled slightly. People didn't seem to really understand how much he was unwilling to let anyone else have the coordinates of where they were going. He especially figured that anyone coming to join them had a higher chance of being a skrull than anyone on the ship at the moment, and revealing those coordinates could cause him to risk a lot. "Tell them to get to New Jersey and then I'll pick them up, Reed. Like I said, no one is getting these coordinates," Hawkeye said over the intercom.
In the medical bay, Bonnie didn't give much of a visual reaction to what Hawkeye said. Most S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had a favorite safe house, she understood him not wanting to burn its location. Still, it was a bit of a strong reaction from him - she wondered if there was more to the situation that they weren't seeing. She finished her job with the surgical thread and stepped back, as Folly started wiggling her arm around experimentally. "You should take it slow," Bonnie warned her.
The stitches were designed to be the sort that would dissolve when they weren't needed any more, so Folly wouldn't need any follow up appointments. Folly started by closing and opening her hand, then she abruptly yanked her arm up and down, testing her full range of movement. She grabbed one of her knives and started poking up and down her arm to test her sensitivity to pain. "Wow, thanks Doc, now I'm a real girl!" she said with a laugh.
Agent 13 came in with Breacher, while the others stayed behind to try to rouse the rest of the group. She reached into one of the medical drawers and found a bottle of aspirin, and tossed it to Breacher. "I trust you don't need me to figure out the dosage for you," she commented dryly, a bit annoyed that he was treating her like a nurse.
"Thank you, Mr. President - I appreciate it," Bonnie said. She looked at him. "If you're ready for medical attention, I can treat your injuries now." She figured with the rate the quinjet was flying at, they'd probably arrive at Serval in the next ten to twenty minutes, giving her just enough time to tend to Jakobsen before they'd land. "That or I can treat the kid for his concussions I don't doubt he has."
In the tech bay, no one can hear you scream Kwassi's luck had taken a turn for the worse. P.H.I.L.'s countdown had been too fast for someone else to come and intervene. True to the A.I.'s words, he really did have a self destruct feature. P.H.I.L. used the energy stored in Kwassi's mask to fry the piece of equipment and itself. As Kwassi had hugged the mask to his stomach, it would essentially zap him in the belly - nothing harmful, more unpleasant rather than anything else. His mask, in its current state, couldn't be used at all though. It was beyond repair.
In A Flying Yellow Spaceship: 1:30 A.M.
Raynor stared at Astrad and his stupid, incredibly punchable face for another moment. His temper only became more foul as Astrad insulted Nanna and Baldur's ship - he may have been from an alternate universe, but Raynor was still a mama's boy at heart. No one insulted his mother or her things. "Why don't you just throw yourself out the airlock and save me the trouble of doing it myself?" he asked Astrad. He wasn't really trying to keep a check on his anger, even though Sparky - the mother of probably his unborn child - had asked him to do so.
Amelia glanced around the interior of the spaceship, before she noticed that one of the beanbags had what looked like a Wii remote wheel resting next to it. With everything she had seen from Nanna and Baldur, she was pretty sure those were the controls. No one was challenging her for the right to fly the thing - she figured that maybe Angry Muffin Man a.k.a. Raynor might, but he was too busy being angry with everything and everyone (mostly Astrad). She flopped down in the beanbag and picked up the Wii remote. A holographic display appeared in front of her, showing her a stylized map of sorts.
"So. Fucking. Sick," Amelia gushed. She stared at the controls for a second, before pressing a button - the ship kicked straight upwards and the map started to change, showing them gaining more and more height. Amelia kept holding down the button and she noticed the map had little arrows showing the direction to go for each of the Nine Realms. She was pretty sure that Earth was called Midgard, and she pressed another button, causing the ship to kick forward. The little readout indicated they were heading in the right direction.
"I hate student drivers," Raynor grumbled, feeling every jump and jerk as he sat in a yellow beanbag next to Sparky. He couldn't blame Amelia, as much as he wanted to add her to the list of things he hated. It was hard to drive a spaceship for the first time and his parents insisted on using the Asgardian equivalent of a stick shift. "Try not to get us killed - or worse, arrested by the freaking Nova Corps. Gods, their prison is the worst..."
Runa had a bit of a hard time wrapping her mind around how old Klara was. She wondered if Klara's memories were limited by her age - like how it was hard to Runa to remember things that happened when she was really little, did Klara only have faint memories of her time when she was alive on Earth? Or did they have an infinite memory of sorts once they died? Did everything just sort of compress and blur together? She had so many questions and every time someone tried to answer one, she only inevitably had more. They needed to eat and sleep and all - but could they get sick? Did the older ones have to go get vaccinated?
She grimaced, seeing the intoxicated dwarf hit their table. Her face dropped slightly though when their mission to retrieve the tools was even harder - apparently they had been gambled away. Runa didn't have much skill at card games. Maybe Klara knew how to gamble? But if she didn't know about fairy tales, Runa was doubtful. "Are either of you good at gambling?" Runa asked. "Maybe we just buy him some new tools, he may not notice the difference..."
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