Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20171124224202/@comment-29038468-20180213163952

"Ok, plan B..." Amalia mutters to herself. Instead of trying to slow down the wall, she opts for creating a bridge made of ice for the others to cross on. "Ignore the platforms, the bridge is coarse enough to walk on! I think..." She calls out.

"There'd be no point. They aren't acknowledging us in the least. We can see and hear them but not the other way around. I don't think we can interact with them either to be honest. Besides, what good would changing any of this do? It already happened, trying to change anything, even were we allowed to, I'd still have lost my mom and dad, I'd still have lost the closest thing I had to a mentor. It's not worth it, hell, we wouldn't even be here if this didn't happen!" I explain.