“You seem to forget that you’re talking to me. When have I not tried to beat the shit outta any killer that came my way?”

     Maybe it was a bad idea to talk shit to the killer masquerading as her. Scratch that, it was a terrible idea. That wasn’t going to make Meg stop though. Using the back of her sleeve to wipe some blood away from her eyes, the ginger was aware that trying to fight right now was going to get her killed for real this time.

     Even if she tried to rush off to the campfire, she didn’t trust this killer to not stab her in the back on the way out. Perhaps she could at least cover for the other survivor though. Meg could play distraction long enough for her friend to rush off. After all, death wasn’t something that bothered the athlete anymore. She’d died so much that it was more of a hassle instead of a worry.

I romanced Lana on Mya’aron and this immediately came to mind

Kassius is v supportive of his disaster lesbian best friend

Starter call! 

I added some colour to this :P

Send “Bloop” to my inbox and I’ll spout a random fun fact about one of my OCs

Mya’aron did actually say, out loud, upon seeing Lana Beniko for the first time:

[1920s Meme from @stcriestcld​‘s Shadow.]

4. There is a new exhibit of finds at the museum; some items are said to be cursed. ------------

Thera probably shouldn’t laugh. That wasn’t always an especially good response when you were looking at something that might just belong to a god, and you weren’t a million percent sure that god was OK with this.

But on the other hand ... Dammit, I put that somewhere safe! Or at least it had been safe, close a hundred years ago. And ‘safe’ had been in the form of a museum in Central America - not quite returned to the people, but at least within their own land. And now here they were, in a special exhibition much further north.