Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24748329-20170612210656/@comment-26510374-20170827231819

"i honestly have no idea who invited us," said Claw. "It seems like the invisible force working against us is learning our weaknesses and trapping us that way, or something." It shrugged. "I have thirteen different projections, as long as my rock and the inkwell isn't smashed I'll be fine."

Taking out the dragon quill, Claw yanked the arrow out, tapping the inkwell with it. The eye was patched with some bandages. She transformed into Neptune form, her favorite, a grey mage-cat with blue crescents and dragon-ish eyes. This form was weak physically but had a staff.

Putting the inkwell and the arrow carefully back into her bag she brought, Claw took a few steps about, incredibly cautious for traps. She stepped lightly everywhere, not shifting her weight onto her paw, testing for step-triggered dangers.

Hearing Abbykurle scream, Claw's head snapped around, and she yelled, "Oh fine, don't take my advice then! Spitting cobras eat each other! Act dead already!"

She went into the kitchen and sat on the countertop, trembling as the silence and darkness around her stared on. Claw glanced about for a lightswitch and found one after a moment, and then she felt better, though as nobody was with her and there was no sound Claw did not move from her spot.