#{{heehoo-

Uh oh,,, Who they thinkin’ ‘bout??

“What the fuck are you doing here?” This was one of her most precious memories-- one she doesn’t want tainted by the likes of him. He’d already killed her once, a slight that she doesn’t intend to soon forget. Once her power is restored, she intends to return the favor as soon as possible.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be and other people to condescend to?” Turning her back on him, she leans against one of the lab tables. This lab is a place she’d considered a second home once upon a time. It doesn’t feel right to share that with him.

It’s easy to see that the place is filled with all manner of necromancy experiments-- complicated equations and theories line the blackboard, in three different styles of handwriting. Voices can be heard from outside the door, presumably coming down the hall.