[Joy squawks the question back, goggle eyed with the temerity of it, but it lasts but a moment before she composes herself, hand cupped over her dripping ear. (If it looks as though she is still listening to something, well-)]
No - I suppose you aren't to know - you've never seen a necromancer, have you?
[A dialogue carried on with herself more than 2B, burgeoning over with an untraceable wistfulness.]
We wage war on Heralds of the sea. Exposure disrupts - processes. Works are undone. Ruptures manifest.
no subject
[Joy squawks the question back, goggle eyed with the temerity of it, but it lasts but a moment before she composes herself, hand cupped over her dripping ear. (If it looks as though she is still listening to something, well-)]
No - I suppose you aren't to know - you've never seen a necromancer, have you?
[A dialogue carried on with herself more than 2B, burgeoning over with an untraceable wistfulness.]
We wage war on Heralds of the sea. Exposure disrupts - processes. Works are undone. Ruptures manifest.