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Close to what was generally agreed was midnight on the ship...
Lafiel's slight figure can be seen shuffling down the halls. The jerkiness in her movements can't be chalked up to her being used to lower gravity or her injured foot. Despite those things she'd always had a subtle kind of grace. Now though, every step is stiff and she holds her arms out away from her body...
If you see her you might not look so good. Her skin's even grayer than before and small bits seem taken out of it. Her eyes don't really focus anywhere. And as for the smell...
It's of the grave.
Oh what will happen to whoever discovers her?
[ooc: let's keep it all to the same thread]
Lafiel's slight figure can be seen shuffling down the halls. The jerkiness in her movements can't be chalked up to her being used to lower gravity or her injured foot. Despite those things she'd always had a subtle kind of grace. Now though, every step is stiff and she holds her arms out away from her body...
If you see her you might not look so good. Her skin's even grayer than before and small bits seem taken out of it. Her eyes don't really focus anywhere. And as for the smell...
It's of the grave.
Oh what will happen to whoever discovers her?
[ooc: let's keep it all to the same thread]