"Strapped me to the rack she kept in her creepy little torture dungeon and spent an afternoon zapping me with her Staff of One, mostly."
Nico tried to say it breezily, like it didn't bother her all that much. Like it was just another oh, my family's evil, there's a shock event in her life. It didn't come out that way of course; since she wouldn't have ducked questions from her friends about the Staff's new appearance if it had just been one of those. She tightened her grip on the blanket and made a sound that was almost a laugh.
"Plus you know, blah blah blah, I'm an embarrassment to the family name, a few tidbits about magic she never actually explained, and very little on what's apparently an ancestral weapon rather than just something the Gibborim gave my mom when she sold her soul to them."
She wasn't actually carrying the Staff of One with her, for once. She'd left it back in her room. She was suddenly seized by a powerful urge to go check on it, to make sure that Molly or one of the elves or Yeti hadn't wandered in and started poking at it. She raked her nails across the floor, focusing on the sound and the sensation of it to keep herself from up and fleeing immediately in pursuit of that urge. She might not be the best at dealing with her own vulnerability, but she knew an excuse when she felt one.
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Nico tried to say it breezily, like it didn't bother her all that much. Like it was just another oh, my family's evil, there's a shock event in her life. It didn't come out that way of course; since she wouldn't have ducked questions from her friends about the Staff's new appearance if it had just been one of those. She tightened her grip on the blanket and made a sound that was almost a laugh.
"Plus you know, blah blah blah, I'm an embarrassment to the family name, a few tidbits about magic she never actually explained, and very little on what's apparently an ancestral weapon rather than just something the Gibborim gave my mom when she sold her soul to them."
She wasn't actually carrying the Staff of One with her, for once. She'd left it back in her room. She was suddenly seized by a powerful urge to go check on it, to make sure that Molly or one of the elves or Yeti hadn't wandered in and started poking at it. She raked her nails across the floor, focusing on the sound and the sensation of it to keep herself from up and fleeing immediately in pursuit of that urge. She might not be the best at dealing with her own vulnerability, but she knew an excuse when she felt one.