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[adropofjupiter]

[Phone]

[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]

Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?


[1125 Taylor (action)]

[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.

[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]

Comments

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...she's dead.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

Who's dead...?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

The drone... mother.

[points at body]

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ Glances over. So that's whose body it was. ]

But how did it happen?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...I dunno. she grabbed me, I shoved her hand off me and then her arm was gone and there was blood everywhere...

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

. . . Your magic can do that?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

No!

...at least not at the level I have it back. I don't make people blow up or rip limbs off.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

If that's so...

[ Something pinged here there. Was Marisa lying? Was she!?

...No, that was stupid. Why would she... . . . . ]

Maybe our new powers are starting to act up. [ Right, that actually made more sense... ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa lied a lot, but not about this.]

That'd make sense if I was using any magic. But I wasn't...