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7/22/2025, 2:58:14 AM
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You and Carazzi share a look. You both know you ought to say SOMETHING at a time like this, but damned if either of you knows what. You barely know the orc, and CZ… Well, she’s being all weird, probably because of whatever happened with Meadowgrass. You settle for an appreciative nod, acknowledging the risk she’s taking—however mitigated it may now be.
“D-Dura! Wait!”
Dura blinks and reaches out to hold open the shell of the crystalline chamber with her bare hands.
“Hey, watch it!” you snap. “Ya want the damned thing to close on you? Khorine probably didn’t program it to grow replacement fingers!”
You glance at Khorine, who shakes her head quickly, affirming your assumption. Dura rapidly recoils, and the stony, semi-transparent barrier seals shut. Carazzi arrives an instant too late, placing her hand upon the surface instead. Dura reciprocates the gesture from the other side, placing her palm upon the surface.
“I believe in ya, Dura!” Carazzi shouts, as if volume alone might pierce the stone.
“Uh, CZ?”
“Your mentalism,” Ayla reminds her bluntly, following your same line of reasoning.
“Oh, right!” Carazzi chuckles in embarrassment, and then projects her thoughts, loud enough for all of you to hear:
I’ll… I mean, WE’LL be waiting for you!”
It’s impossible to know if Dura hears her or not, since she can’t psychically reply, but the orc-girl’s hand stays upon the surface of the glass until the rising tide of arcane fluid lifts her up and away, and the magical machine begins its great (if sometimes terrible) work…
Rolled a 4 on >>6278534, but fucked up formatting
>>6277814
>>6277866
>>6277784
You and Carazzi share a look. You both know you ought to say SOMETHING at a time like this, but damned if either of you knows what. You barely know the orc, and CZ… Well, she’s being all weird, probably because of whatever happened with Meadowgrass. You settle for an appreciative nod, acknowledging the risk she’s taking—however mitigated it may now be.
“D-Dura! Wait!”
Dura blinks and reaches out to hold open the shell of the crystalline chamber with her bare hands.
“Hey, watch it!” you snap. “Ya want the damned thing to close on you? Khorine probably didn’t program it to grow replacement fingers!”
You glance at Khorine, who shakes her head quickly, affirming your assumption. Dura rapidly recoils, and the stony, semi-transparent barrier seals shut. Carazzi arrives an instant too late, placing her hand upon the surface instead. Dura reciprocates the gesture from the other side, placing her palm upon the surface.
“I believe in ya, Dura!” Carazzi shouts, as if volume alone might pierce the stone.
“Uh, CZ?”
“Your mentalism,” Ayla reminds her bluntly, following your same line of reasoning.
“Oh, right!” Carazzi chuckles in embarrassment, and then projects her thoughts, loud enough for all of you to hear:
I’ll… I mean, WE’LL be waiting for you!”
It’s impossible to know if Dura hears her or not, since she can’t psychically reply, but the orc-girl’s hand stays upon the surface of the glass until the rising tide of arcane fluid lifts her up and away, and the magical machine begins its great (if sometimes terrible) work…
Rolled a 4 on >>6278534, but fucked up formatting
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