players: any
floor: 51
Pteroblaqtyl was trying to contain a multitude of emotions. The past events meant so little to her previously, it meant precious little that a guild leader died, or that a guild had been devastated, or that another guild leader was rising. Even the interruption of the funeral she heard so much about meant nothing to her. Whatever new guild was starting, whatever group of people were bonding, it mattered little to her. All she cared about was this life here and her sister. Their bond was unbreakable, almost unprecedented. But now, these things Blaq didn’t care about affected her. It plagued her, the conversations she and her twin, had now’ve been turning, twisting becoming something different for the two of them.
When the twins first joined they were solo, only Blaq joined a guild, but Bri, stayed alone. Bri had goals, had missions, but Blaq couldn’t help that her twin considering joining the revenant’s had implications, had fears and worries running through her head, and had her running through higher levels recklessly, missing attacks meant for her by the skin of her teeth, flashing through trees and past people, only speaking small, rude commands like now, creeping up soundlessly and breathlessly on someone only to giver herself away. “Move, or be moved.”