- Aug 6, 2014
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The image of Marian's mask floated ominously in the dark, and despite its lack of expression, displayed enough of her displeasure at the current situation. Initially she was very much impressed how Naisiskhrea was able to blend their spells together, but now it was the opposite. Well, not to say she wasn't still impressed that it was even possible in the first place, but now that it's finally grown out of their control, she was not too excited about the other things attached to it.
Gods, why is magic way too over-complicated?
Marian sighed heavily, the sound itself seemingly distorted in her ethereal form. "It would definitely mean it'll back to the islets for me," she continued Naisiskhrea's words, the irritation plain to hear. Of course, Marian didn't remember the greater part of her stay there, but she couldn't possible be excited about the idea of returning to the correctional facilities.
"So? Any ideas?" she demanded. "My abilities on dreams are plain and simple but it's out of my control now. We're gonna need to kick that guy's ass ourselves. So what's the details of your abilities?"
a little nightmare