DepressedDuck
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Post by DepressedDuck on Apr 4, 2019 14:15:19 GMT -6
Lived the hunted life, she said, like it was normal to be hunted. Stephana was doing just fine alone, nobody with sniper rifles were coming after her until she walked into this Magic People Club. Safety in numbers, more like painting a bigger target and picking off from the pack -
"Wait," she hit the pause button on her aggressively broody internal monologue, turning to face Athena. "Magic People can survive worse than getting sniped?"
Oh, alright, maybe that wasn't so bad now. She was really brooding about this, it was probably time to stop before she entered the DOOMSPIRALtm. She let the thoughts go, brightening. That was better.
"Sorry about that. I'm good now. I just wish he'd bothered to tell us before dumping a blizzard all over the city." Stephana tugged at her T-Shirt and skinny jeans, which had been the cool and chic choice before winter came early. Looking good was a high priority, but not dying was another, equally valid priority. She could probably summon electricity all over her body to heat herself up, but then her clothing would get destroyed, and she didn't feel comfortable being half - naked around these people yet. Especially not the twelve year old boy.
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