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 Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 3:38 pm
“What, really?” Anabel grinned. There was so much she could do with an actual senshi phone. Ideas flooded into her head and she clutched the phone to her chest for a single euphoric moment before stuffing it into her bag. “That’s probably going to make my job a lot easier,” she said. “Thanks.”
Anabel tucked her real phone away, too. “They’re nothing useful. Everything I learn is through random guesswork and, like, shitty clues from Finn’s ancestor. Without him and my space ancestor uncle, I’d probably be dead somewhere in Mistral’s passageways.” She frowned, thinking of the extensive traps laid in the labyrinth. “I can’t walk for more than half an hour without a break, so it’s… really problematic.”
But she would go, she thought. Maybe tomorrow. There had to be some way to crowdsource this, some source of information beyond her own shitty half-memories. She just had to find it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 3:38 pm
“No problem,” said Tallulah, flashing her friend an honest smile. “Anything for the cause.” If Mistral used her phone to make something to tip the odds even just a little bit in Order’s favor, then the sacrifice was well worth it.
Shrugging, she added, “I’m sorry I’m not more help with the knight stuff,” she said, “But it’s sort of way out of my depth.” She could talk all day long about senshi magic, but… yeah. It just wasn’t something Tallulah had been able to get a solid handle on before her illness, and now that she was back, she had other priorities.
She looked down, and gave Mendel a thorough scritching behind his ears. “Who’s a good boy?” she asked.
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