Takshaka

[soulping]

[You enter a room made entirely of thick glass and patterned porcelain. Fluffy pillows and beanbags are scattered across the floor, providing plenty of comfortable places to sit, but they probably don't make up for what's on the ceiling (spears of jagged glass, steaming kettles of some boiling liquid), or the view through the floor (a long, long drop down into a pit, wherein weapons glint, sharp and business-ends pointed up towards you).

A round table stands in the middle of the room. Upon it stands six vases, each one the color of one team, and a scattering of gems in three different colors: obsidian, sapphire, and crystals.]

Comments

Re: Mingle

[takewing]

Whatever she asks of us, we'll find a way to keep from hurting people.

Re: Mingle

[barrette]

Right.

[ she balls her hands up into little fists, tries to keep calm. ]

Re: Mingle

[takewing]

[offers a hand? >8(a]

Re: Mingle

[barrette]

[ takes it and holds it tightly.

she might be a bit more on edge because of all the sharp, pointy weapons that can stab her for real so soon after stabbing memories. ]

Re: Mingle

[takewing]

[she is not the only one.]

She has to be stopped . . .