Wait how did they know she was a martial arts expert-- Oh. They're bluffing. "Come on, don't jump at shadows." Regardless, she folds the ladder, gets a pair of tweezers and a little tiny evidence bag out of her makeup kit, and once again reaches for the thing--
Just as the supply closet bursts open, and someone in an extremely brightly colored getup, with antennae, an absolutely garish set of aerobics gear, and an overly genial expression, emerges. "I hope you two are ready to dance!"
Natalia finds herself frozen in place, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach and a stinging feeling all over her body.
Once again, she feels it. She hears a distant bell, and her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Her senses expand, feeling the suddenly strange and desecrated ground around her... And the holy light in her satchel pocket.
"C'mon, no need to be so down. Just feel it!"
It was difficult to move, but not in the more familiar way of exhaustion. It was like some force was attempting to wrench control of her limbs away from her. It was painful to even attempt to move, but she wasn't any stranger to pain. Her hand inched, desperately, for that light.
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Wait how did they know she was a martial arts expert-- Oh. They're bluffing. "Come on, don't jump at shadows." Regardless, she folds the ladder, gets a pair of tweezers and a little tiny evidence bag out of her makeup kit, and once again reaches for the thing--
Just as the supply closet bursts open, and someone in an extremely brightly colored getup, with antennae, an absolutely garish set of aerobics gear, and an overly genial expression, emerges. "I hope you two are ready to dance!"
Natalia finds herself frozen in place, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach and a stinging feeling all over her body.
Once again, she feels it. She hears a distant bell, and her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Her senses expand, feeling the suddenly strange and desecrated ground around her... And the holy light in her satchel pocket.
"C'mon, no need to be so down. Just feel it!"
It was difficult to move, but not in the more familiar way of exhaustion. It was like some force was attempting to wrench control of her limbs away from her. It was painful to even attempt to move, but she wasn't any stranger to pain. Her hand inched, desperately, for that light.