Rose smirks at you. You go through. You like to think that you've proceeded with the grace of Troll Helen Mirren in the movie A Queen Native To A Minor Alternian Colony On The Edge Of The Empire Must Deal With The Insignificant Death Of Her Daughter-In-Law's Death; Notice That, Being Subjects Of The Empire, They Reproduce Via Gestation, Much Like Earbeasts And Barkbeasts; The Native Queen's Dignity Is Shown Clearly Despite The Oddity Of Her Reproductive System And Structure; There's Something About The Politics Of The Small Planet But It Doesn't Matter Because At The End Of The Movie, The Empire Arrives And Kills Everyone. When you look over your shoulder to check, Rose is going through the door herself. Your elegant stroll of some ten steps has gone completely unnoticed. The SNARKY HORSESHITOMETER is not on your side.
The corridor is narrow and dark, though the ceiling is high. You can see exposed pipes and wires above you, and sometimes dripping or sparking ominously. All the lights have blown out.
"I will maintain the lead," you say. "We may require my additional illumination, which is fitting, because you have only ever made things more obscure and confusing, despite being a hero of light."
"You're approaching things from the wrong angle. I daresay you've only ever charged at your target in a sadly linear fashion, like lines of soldiers armed with bayonets walking into machine gun fire." Rose sighs, pityingly. Your bloodgusher does something. If you're going to be specific, it reminds you that you still have one. "Of course, if you had some luck or foresight, you could have avoided such a grisly fate." Before you can bristle, she holds her hand out to you. "Maybe we could be co-leaders. Friendleaders, so to speak."
Kanaya: Step through the door. (FILL: TEAM JANE<3ROXY)
Rose smirks at you. You go through. You like to think that you've proceeded with the grace of Troll Helen Mirren in the movie A Queen Native To A Minor Alternian Colony On The Edge Of The Empire Must Deal With The Insignificant Death Of Her Daughter-In-Law's Death; Notice That, Being Subjects Of The Empire, They Reproduce Via Gestation, Much Like Earbeasts And Barkbeasts; The Native Queen's Dignity Is Shown Clearly Despite The Oddity Of Her Reproductive System And Structure; There's Something About The Politics Of The Small Planet But It Doesn't Matter Because At The End Of The Movie, The Empire Arrives And Kills Everyone. When you look over your shoulder to check, Rose is going through the door herself. Your elegant stroll of some ten steps has gone completely unnoticed. The SNARKY HORSESHITOMETER is not on your side.
The corridor is narrow and dark, though the ceiling is high. You can see exposed pipes and wires above you, and sometimes dripping or sparking ominously. All the lights have blown out.
"I will maintain the lead," you say. "We may require my additional illumination, which is fitting, because you have only ever made things more obscure and confusing, despite being a hero of light."
"You're approaching things from the wrong angle. I daresay you've only ever charged at your target in a sadly linear fashion, like lines of soldiers armed with bayonets walking into machine gun fire." Rose sighs, pityingly. Your bloodgusher does something. If you're going to be specific, it reminds you that you still have one. "Of course, if you had some luck or foresight, you could have avoided such a grisly fate." Before you can bristle, she holds her hand out to you. "Maybe we could be co-leaders. Friendleaders, so to speak."
"Buddydictators," you say.
Her hand continues to remain in front of her.
Kanaya: Do something about that hand.