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Crona is in the kitchens cheerfully making herself a sandwich. Having put everything together she goes to cut it in half and slices her hand instead.
"Ouch!" she squeals.
She reaches for a dishtowel to press against the wound when she notices something odd.
Her blood looks black.
She puts her hand up to her face and peers at it closer. Yep. Black all right. And oddly it doesn't drip even though it's a pretty deep cut. It looks almost as if it's...moving on it's own.
She stares in horror for a moment when suddenly the blood moves and spikes up in a needle like formation protuding from her skin. She shrieks in horror and races from the kitchens, sandwich forgotten.
"Someone! Help!"
(ooc: feel free to run into her as she's running for the hospital wing! Her blood can do all kinds of crazy things..it can solidify itself to protect her against physical blows, form into a sword or even turn into a nifty pair of wings. Too bad she won't realize half of this..XD)
"Ouch!" she squeals.
She reaches for a dishtowel to press against the wound when she notices something odd.
Her blood looks black.
She puts her hand up to her face and peers at it closer. Yep. Black all right. And oddly it doesn't drip even though it's a pretty deep cut. It looks almost as if it's...moving on it's own.
She stares in horror for a moment when suddenly the blood moves and spikes up in a needle like formation protuding from her skin. She shrieks in horror and races from the kitchens, sandwich forgotten.
"Someone! Help!"
(ooc: feel free to run into her as she's running for the hospital wing! Her blood can do all kinds of crazy things..it can solidify itself to protect her against physical blows, form into a sword or even turn into a nifty pair of wings. Too bad she won't realize half of this..XD)