The numerical orb's assault stung. But it was hearing Friday's name on Lucidas's lips that really lit a fire inside of her.
She felt angry, but it was a kind of angry that was new to her. It wasn't an out-of-control emotion tearing her apart inside but a surge of urgency to do what needed to be...
I'm not sure if that's his decision since we last heard from him about 5 days ago. So if you'd rather pause instead, then I'm good with that. We're hoping he'll be able to get back online soon but have no idea when that will actually be.
BTW, Destron (the player) lost internet a couple days ago and we're not sure when he's getting it back, so Zam may need to auto-pilot Destron (the character) for a bit.
Also I forgot I had Quickdraw so I need to quickly go in and edit something in.
Patch wasn't sure how to feel about Monday. There were so many things affecting her ability to think clearly about someone who was ostensibly an aide to those they were fighting against. There was her apparent disinterest in actually serving YPNR's interest, her similarities with Friday, and...
"Whoa, aren't you jumping to conclusions there?" Patch interjected. Even as she expressed her skepticism she was checking to see if there was any truth to his idea.
Patch blinked. "Well... uh..." she began, "I... wanted to ask you for help. I think this place has started moving faster, and if anyone could help us figure out why..."
"Ah, um, I think we can do this." Patch had been quietly dreading a moment like this. She raised a hand with her palm facing forward. "Friday, if you need to, uh, make contact to do this..."
"I need to do something. I just felt this whole place shifting... and I'm worried about what that means. If anyone would be able to tell us what's going on, she would. But while I know spells that can heal living organisms, it's only been a short time since I learned of the strange rules...
The white-hot pain of the laser burning her skin made the perilous situation crystal-clear in her mind. Either someone did something about the laser or she was done for. And maybe she needed to be that someone and do something now, before it came around for another pass.
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