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[pencilpremonition]

[Someone was outside when that thing appeared. Becca looks up at the thing in the sky and freezes, the heaving of her chest the only movement she makes for several moments. Slowly she starts moving again, bringing her hands up to press down on her chest, as if that will still the beating of her heart. It's no good, though, and her weak heart soon gives out at such a panicked pace.]

Comments

[afraid_of_my_shadow]

I doubt you're c-completely helpless!

[pencilpremonition]

...Sure feels it.

[still, booking it for somewhere safe]

[afraid_of_my_shadow]

I f-feel that way a-almost every day too... b-but recently I've learned a b-bit more about what I c-can do. It h-helps.

[pencilpremonition]

[heading for her dorm and trying to drag him inside with her]

Maybe if my weapon weren't a pencil...

[afraid_of_my_shadow]

Y-you'd be amazed at what a p-pencil c-can accomplish... Stabbing aside.

[pencilpremonition]

I don't think making posters protesting the way the school's run is a good way to use my weapon....

[afraid_of_my_shadow]

W-well, have you u-uncovered any of your a-abilities yet?

[pencilpremonition]

I'm saving up for that.