Discovers the note, involuntarily crumpling it in her fist once it was read. Oh, you could bet she was headed to /confront/. (Proelians)

Raises a brow to the hairline at Reyna.

Takes a cautionary step back. "What's going on, Praetor?"

Snorts slightly, shaking her head no once. "Do /you/?"

Casting a wary glance over the other, Sage juts her chin towards the mauled dummy. "That. It's where we get branded. So. What's going on?"

-- move, not just disarm. Wrist veins and all."

— ❝ ℱortune favours the brave. ❞

"Shit, fuck, fucker and piss, who takes /three hours/ to deliver a message less than half a mile away?!"

Crashes cymbals together to keep Gwen awake.

Uses one of the cymbals as a shield from the flying pencil, letting it bounce off the metal and plant into the ground. "HA! Success."

(@GWENDOLYYNS) "Yeah, scared you /awake/," she returns matter-of-factly, bending over to pick up the pencil and gently rolling it over --

(@GWENDOLYYNS) -- to the blonde. "You're welcome," she added with a grin.

Dropping the instrument carelessly to the ground, she stepped over to @GWENDOLYYNS, furrowing her brow. "Ew. That's not important, why --

(@GWENDOLYYNS) -- are you wasting your time and energy?"

"Gesundheit."

"Ge—whatever. Bless you, or something."

"No problem. And yeah, yeah I think."

"Lots of good war cries, yup. Just ordinary words work really well."

"Nah, just random vocab here and there." x.com/chlarabenvenut…