Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-37603298-20181123221338/@comment-35500911-20181129231330

"It's not my decision. You already have a guster, and I'm not helping with this creepy ritiual thing. It's Emmett's choice, but personally I don't think he looks up to it." Emmett seemed to be holding in any words, afraid he might let out another gasping breath. His head still throbbed- why did it hurt so much? He was awesome at telekenisis, sometimes wishing that was his only talent.

He didn't want to let them down though- they were trapped... though finding a shade did seem like a better plan.