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"Do you know the name of the guard who brought me in?" She still was talking slowly, making sure to form her words carefully. "I'd like to thank him." A partial truth; she actually didn't want to keep on referring to him as 'the guard' in her head.

"How interesting," Glacia said, head lolling to the side. Her voice came out a little too flat. She cleared her throat and asked, "You're close to the guards?" It was merely a guess; the guard knew the doctor by name. It didn't have much basis, but what could she say? She had a very long day.

"Glacia," she replied. No need to lie, though she wouldn't give her family name unless pressed for it. But would remarking on the oddness of Fyre's surname be considered gauche? Fyre-fire...hm. "Does your family have a history of doctorates?" she asked, carefully, phrasing the question so it...

Glacia sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her head back. "Doctor Fyre, is that your name?" she asked, with just a smudge of contempt in her voice, though it was masked with innocent curiosity. She privately wondered what the guard's 'business' was, though she was in no place to ask. She was a...

Max Max relaxed at the innocuous explanation--only soup cans, though, that was an unorthodox way of opening them. Still, her mouth watered at them, and a newfound hunger sprung to life in her stomach as her mouth watered. She took the can of peaches, more than happy, and wrenched it open, via...

ack, i've been gone for a while. it's just school has been increasingly busy for me, but i'll reply today

Glacia drew her nails across the skin of her arms before replying. "My magic," she started slowly, trying to figure out how to explain her condition while giving the minimal amount of information, "can become, hm, out of control--as in, violent--in times of..." here she gestured vaguely...

Glacia woke up with a groan, twisting under the blanket. She raised her hands to her temples, wincing. There was a moment of disorientation where she didn't know where she was or even how she might have gotten here, then she recalled the events of the past hours. She decided it would be best if...

Glacia did what anyone would do if they were hit on the head with a ball of ice--she dropped to the floor, head lolling and eyes closed, dead to the world. She probably would wake with a massive headache and, if her trend of luck continued, a concussion. But the red tint faded from her skin...

Max Max turned over Felis's observations in her head. All good points. This entire situation made her uneasy, though that would be an extremely redundant statement. She picked up a nail clipper, turning it over in her hands, and opened her mouth to reply when the bang resounded, making her jolt...

...Close enough. Glacia gave a single, jerky nod. "You..." She swallowed. It felt as if her muscles had turned to stone. Beads of sweat had gathered on her forehead. Could she ask him to restrain her? No, chances were her...other self could snap them. Even if he could take her somewhere else...

Glacia’s eyes rolled toward the guard. “No,” she whispered hoarsely. "I need—I need—" Oxygen was suddenly hard for her and she shook her head to respond. No, she was not okay. "I am—danger." Horrible sentence structure, but hopefully the guard would understand. She thrust the degloved hand...

Max Max ran her fingers through strands of her hair and gnawed on her bottom lip as she listened to Nova, nodding along. Seemed like they all had similar experiences. What she said made sense, to Max's ears anyway. She shook her head and turned her attention toward inspected the shelves, running...

Glacia stayed frozen, wearing an expression of panic. Her mouth opened and shut at the chaos, a pain consuming her sternum. She stumbled, stiffened, tears pricking her eyes. Her eyes were slowly turning red, and her skin was taking a similar tint. Glacia was trapped in too much of a panic to...

Max Max wordlessly accepted Petr’s orders. It felt good to have a goal, even if it was short-term one. She poked at the shelves contents absentmindedly, only giving a faint wrinkle of the nose when they disintegrated under her touch. Looked like humanity’s mad urge to inject foods with...