protection.

[massagecat]

Blasted woman.

So this is it, then.

[what is that sound? Is it....a laser?]

I have become Death, Destroyer of Worlds.... -

[Pan turns to bark into the communicator.]

The feathers given to you by the lady heron! They will serve as protection!

[laser noises. Are they coming from Pan? Oh my!]

One use only, unfortunately. If you find yourself

Comments

[thenotmagician]

Well shit. Magical heron feathers, eh?

[massagecat]

Is there a problem with that?

[thenotmagician]

Nah. If you ask me, I'd say it's pretty fuckin' sweet. 'Least I know what I can do with it now.

[massagecat]

Use it wisely.

[ladybryony]

[Janelle sounds more than a little concerned.]

Pan? I have a feather...I don't think I'm going anywhere near the fighting.

[She gave a small, nervous laugh.]

Will you take mine?

[massagecat]

[he's vaguely surprised.]

Ah, are you - certain?

[He's rather you not die Janelle ffff.]

[ladybryony]

The upper decks are safe, are they not?

[Janelle doesn't think she's in danger where she is, especially since she won't be anywhere close to the creatures.]

It seems someone else might have more use of it...not that you can't take care of yourself of course.

[massagecat]

Assuming the barriers hold, of course....

[...ffffff]

You are a generous woman, madam. Thank you.