Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180713031336

Fire runs loose. Whatever obstacle left to her panic room is burned down by an odorless sunder. It spreads poradically...only to be snuffed out.

A few steps walk inside. Prad is nearby. This Violetta, the remaining gemini that had escaped him, leaving her twin to her twisted fate, surely she can hear him. The calm in which he walks in, making little of her broadcast to wherever.

Alas, there would be no time to ponder his arrival, for a projectile of conduit origin is lashed out at her position. Purple and glaucous, it travels the room with a phantom's presence, threatening her physical form.