Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
Ground Floor
She never got to see the danger noodle, That sucked...
Shasta was almost panting when she burst through the ground floors door, with some tactical sense she leveled her energy pistol and threw it open with reckless abandon. And then immediately got hit with a blast of freezing cold air that made her squeak in surprise right on time to realize most of the people on the ground where dead, That sucked too.
An animistic instinct stopped her from rushing out to search for the big snake likely for the best as she never saw the blade or the invisible cat-friend and didn't even smell her until she revealed a part of herself. It became easier as Shasta was suddenly aware that someone was there, Snow softly floated and then melted on a form almost unnoticeable in contrast to the dark and white all around and even more revealing was the purple lips, Lipstick?
"Ano..." Shasta smiled with little regard to her safety as usual as she took in her surrounding.
And then with a casualness that betrayed any sense of danger casually took a single step back into the hall and reached over to start closing the door with her free hand. She didn't like cats. All the evidence pointed towards cats. And like any good nepleslian, Even though her father was yamatain and she knew some cool-cats, So to speak, Didn't like cats. And cool snakes weren't worth dealing with the weird horny cats.
She never got to see the danger noodle, That sucked...
Shasta was almost panting when she burst through the ground floors door, with some tactical sense she leveled her energy pistol and threw it open with reckless abandon. And then immediately got hit with a blast of freezing cold air that made her squeak in surprise right on time to realize most of the people on the ground where dead, That sucked too.
An animistic instinct stopped her from rushing out to search for the big snake likely for the best as she never saw the blade or the invisible cat-friend and didn't even smell her until she revealed a part of herself. It became easier as Shasta was suddenly aware that someone was there, Snow softly floated and then melted on a form almost unnoticeable in contrast to the dark and white all around and even more revealing was the purple lips, Lipstick?
"Ano..." Shasta smiled with little regard to her safety as usual as she took in her surrounding.
And then with a casualness that betrayed any sense of danger casually took a single step back into the hall and reached over to start closing the door with her free hand. She didn't like cats. All the evidence pointed towards cats. And like any good nepleslian, Even though her father was yamatain and she knew some cool-cats, So to speak, Didn't like cats. And cool snakes weren't worth dealing with the weird horny cats.