A teenage girl, younger than all the other humans already present, stormed into the room like her own personal thunderstorm in a dark gray empire-waisted dress with maroon and black accents. She was toting a staff that was clearly either magical or a mark of rank or both, and squeezing an injury on her arm to encourage it to keep bleeding.
"Freaking. Ring Wraiths!"
Nico freaking hated this place sometimes. Good thing Cassie had filled her in when she'd called or else Nico would have just let her arm heal up. This might call for more blood than most things. She was going to have to either create a new cure, create athelas from nothing, or summon athelas through the crumbling walls of reality. And it was probably going to have to be one of the latter two, because the guy on the couch did not look good. Obviously Eowyn and Merry had been able to survive the effects of the Black Breath for a period, but they'd had the benefit of actual healers instead of stupid kids with no idea what they were doing.
Nico gritted her teeth and pinched her injury again, sending a fresh rivulet of blood over her fingertips. "The garden grows with athelas."
One of the other newbies -- the mixed-race hipster guy with the messy hair -- yelped when the mud on the knees of his skinny jeans started sprouting plant-life.
"Who wants to use that on him?" Nico demanded irritably. "Because it shouldn't be me, people get creeped out when they wake up covered in bloody hand prints."
"I'll do it," hipster-guy answered, rallying. "I mean, it is growing out of my pants. And I think I'm working out how to use it."
You had me at opening your mouth first, Nico thought, pointing the Staff of One at the guy. "Hands of the king."
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A teenage girl, younger than all the other humans already present, stormed into the room like her own personal thunderstorm in a dark gray empire-waisted dress with maroon and black accents. She was toting a staff that was clearly either magical or a mark of rank or both, and squeezing an injury on her arm to encourage it to keep bleeding.
"Freaking. Ring Wraiths!"
Nico freaking hated this place sometimes. Good thing Cassie had filled her in when she'd called or else Nico would have just let her arm heal up. This might call for more blood than most things. She was going to have to either create a new cure, create athelas from nothing, or summon athelas through the crumbling walls of reality. And it was probably going to have to be one of the latter two, because the guy on the couch did not look good. Obviously Eowyn and Merry had been able to survive the effects of the Black Breath for a period, but they'd had the benefit of actual healers instead of stupid kids with no idea what they were doing.
Nico gritted her teeth and pinched her injury again, sending a fresh rivulet of blood over her fingertips. "The garden grows with athelas."
One of the other newbies -- the mixed-race hipster guy with the messy hair -- yelped when the mud on the knees of his skinny jeans started sprouting plant-life.
"Who wants to use that on him?" Nico demanded irritably. "Because it shouldn't be me, people get creeped out when they wake up covered in bloody hand prints."
"I'll do it," hipster-guy answered, rallying. "I mean, it is growing out of my pants. And I think I'm working out how to use it."
You had me at opening your mouth first, Nico thought, pointing the Staff of One at the guy. "Hands of the king."