lesbeau: (« [Thought] quiet memory)
Beauregard ([personal profile] lesbeau) wrote in [community profile] lifeaftr 2019-03-13 03:14 am (UTC)

[Beau flexes her hands, feels the sand underneath before pushing herself into a sitting position. Everything feels like hell, but when she was pretty sure she was going to die, any movement at all is a victory.]

I'm breathing. Hell of a move you pulled off back there.

[It all had seemed so real. At first it was just outrunning this nice version of herself trying to infect all her friends, then it was thinking about why she should even be around when they had that Beau to keep them busy. She thinks she was trying to go to the Monkey Compound, hide out for a bit, but ended up at the mana pool...

It's too blurry, between fatigue and whatever magic overtook her. She looks around, trying to find any sign of the library and coming up empty.]


So... you knew it was fake, huh. Don't I feel like a moron.

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