Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140609180049/@comment-24685738-20140610001815

Maria came out of her room just as Julie went into Marcia's.

She had spent the night talking to Jack.

Sobbing, talking, accepting.

Maria assumed that Set, wherever he was at the moment, would want her to move on.

She tentatively patted her acid-wounds, enjoying the swift jolt of pain it gave her.

She sat down, in almost the exact same spot Isis had sat in, a few hours before.

She had to think of a way to bring Set back.

Maybe Namira would accept her soul?

She was the one that was supposed to die...

Namira...