[PM]: To the people who seem interested* on catching the gLister, we know this is very likely a whitey witch so I just went to see the Staff at NYADA in the website and removed people who probably aren’t the culprit. Any other clues? Let’s keep going until only one is left.
Elliott had been busy all day but he is right in time to get into C&C at the hour he decided to meet with Ryder. He doesn’t seem the other man there yet, so he finds an empty table and ask for a coke, and waits there.
He wonders if Ryder has something to say, if he may be feeling bad after all that happened, or if there is something else troubling his mind. He hopes he can help him somehow.
He takes a sip of his cold sugary drink and waits.
Tagging: @infinnite, @happilyeveranders, @hautekurture, @trickstersantana, @gotmattitude, @ryderreturns, Quinn Fabray, & Jenna
When: Evening, July 3rd 2018
What: A team of intrepid rescuers breaks into Boreas Park room 122.
Warnings: Spiders.
Quinn: You cannot go home when the word has no definition.
Quinn’s feet stumbled over chains, her hands catching on stone as she tried to keep herself upright. Breathless and aching, she huddled herself in the arms of one of the kinder angels, it’s face set in lined tears. Home. Just go home. Where was home.
She thought of Lake George, of the rolling, tree-covered hills; her father and his scotch; her sister and their matching Christmas socks. Always remember what the heart calls home.
“No, no no no.” She held her hands to her temples, fingers twisting into her hair and tugging. There was no path home, she couldn’t find it, she’d never find it.
Somewhere on the other side of the mists, Jenna was barking. Bounding around the room, tugging at Quinn’s sleeves. She scratched at the dorm room door furiously. If she could just make it through, if she could just wake Quinn up…
Ryder left for Boreas as soon as the birds returned to him with news. 'She's locked in her room. The dog was barking and scratching at the door.' Without a care about what people thought, Ryder left Sciron at a run, bounding down the stairs until he could leave behind the building. A few birds stuck by him, but he assured them he had it in hand. They had done great work. What he needed was to get to Jenna and get into that room. He shot off a voice message to text to Blaine with what he knew.
Blaine is putting up posters near Florence Farr. He's been at it all day, sweat having made the gel come loose near his temples and ears in the July heat, and he knows what he's doing is mad. However, if someone notices and tells Blaine everything's fine, Quinn's alright, those fonts are terrible, at least he's highlighting an issue and getting something done about it. Quinn Fabray isn't a ghost in his life. She's always been there for him. Blaine will do the same for her. It's as she has said to him, "Your friendship means worlds, galaxies, the stardust that spreads across the universe. You're not a plot point to me, Blaine Anderson. If I help you, it's because I wanted to, because it fit my own narrative." That's how he feels. He wants to be in her story, and he wants her in his. They will get to happily ever after together, even if their tales won't be the same. Blaine licks his dry top lip as he pastes another poster. Kurt's helping him. His back pocket buzzes.
Kurt had his own stack of flyers to hand out. He had told Blaine about the poor font choice and illegible descriptions, however Blaine had already printed out thousands of papers. There was no turning back. Kurt passed one flyer to a nearby student and explained the situation. He noticed how tense his own jaw got when he said Quinn Fabray might be missing. Kurt didn't want to know where she was. Were there monsters like Fuchs out there, free? Kurt didn't like Quinn. They never saw eye to eye. However Quinn Fabray didn't deserve faceless monsters to fight. She deserved a worthy match like him, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Done with his stack, Kurt noticed the vibration on Blaine's pants and pulled out the phone for him. "Message for you." Kurt said, giving the phone to Blaine.
Ryder's Text: QUINN IN ROOM WITH JENNA. NO RESPONDING. MEET THERE. BREAK DOOR. RUN NOW
Just as a student is leaving the dorm, Ryder slipped between the doors. If not for the birds, he wouldn't know what floor to go to. As it was, he wasn't positive on the door. But when he listened, he could hear the whining. Ryder let out a bark to let Jenna know he had arrived. Did people just not care when a dog whined in this fucking hall?? His last meeting with Jenna hadn't gone well, but he was past the full moon now. And she had to let him help.
Finn got the info from some girls at Boreas on where Quinn was boarded. He still felt like shit 'bout that god got swag comment. Maybe it truly wasn't funny. Maybe it was one o' those tastelost jokes his mom told him not to do 'round nice company. S'what Quinn was too. Nice company. Finn left the stairs to see some dude in front of Quinn's door. "Whoa dude, who are ya?" Finn asked.
Blaine's face says it all: we need to go. Now! He puts his posters on the nearby bench and grabs Kurt's hand. "Please be okay," Blaine mutters in a loop under his breath as he runs as hard as he can. He opens up a text, sends it to Matt, Santana, Hunter, everyone who knows about Quinn's missing whereabouts. We found Quinn, please get to Boreas Park. He doesn't know how he does it (Kurt probably has helped him), but they arrive to Boreas in record time. Breathing heavy, Blaine quickly explains to a passing student to open the door for him and Kurt, and they rush up to where Quinn's room is. "Ryder!" Blaine says, expecting him. "Finn...?!" Finn, not so much.
Ryder's brow furrowed as a guy surprisingly taller than him approached. He barked his name, shook his head, and then Blaine and Kurt were there. "We need to get inside. My spells to get past locks sucks. Jenna's panicking, says Quinn's there but gone. Keeps calling for help."
Kurt raised an eyebrow at seeing Finn among them. "Finn Hudson? Why are you... ok, so the dog is inside and so is Quinn. There aren't any lock magic on the door, is there?" Kurt walked over and wished he had taken his sai. He left them at his door in Sciron Square. He looked at Quinn's door. It looked normal. "We can break it."
Jenna yipped on the other side of the door, glancing back to Quinn slumped in the circle. She shoved her nose under the crack of the door and pulled in a breath, that typical dog thing that's probably hilarious in any other situation. Help, help, help, she whined, already relieved that someone was there, someone was trying to get in.
Ryder yipped, and barked back, "We will, we're coming!" His magic circle glowed blue around his wrist so he could keep communicating with Jenna. "Stand back, get back. We have to break the door."
Another day goes by and still, there's no sign of Quinn at Grim & War. Matt is on his way back to Sciron and he wonders if maybe he shouldn't actually be worried about her. Maybe this is her way to quit without quitting, if maybe she had just found a better job. A better school, even. Somewhere safer, where curses didn't come every other day. His thoughts drift eventually, until a text from Blaine sends a jolt through his chest. If she was safe, they wouldn't need him, would they? He goes into a jog and asks around Boreas for Quinn Fabray's room, but as it turns out, there's a sizeable, loud crowd outside her room already. "What the fuck's going on?" Was that guy barking? He ignored it. "Be careful with the door! She could be in the way."
Finn knew a thing or two 'bout breaking things. Chairs, doors, expensive as fuck mirrors, hearts, all of it. "'K, I got this. Stand back!" Finn told everyone before he gave the door a running kick to dislodge the lock. He rammed his foot where the sweet spot was. The door was snapping. "Dudes! I need more power! Everyone come help push now!" Finn said to the lot.
Matt sighs. "Alright, I guess Avicenna can heal up some scratches if we hit her with the door," he says, and helps Finn push the door.
"Jenna, make sure you and Quinn are away from the door," Ryder calls again before adding his strength to pushing the door in.
Blaine winces at the sound of the wood breaking. This is NYADA property, but this is also Quinn Fabray. "Okay, let's!" Blaine rolls his sleeves up on his shirt and positions himself between the other students and the door. "On whose signal do we push?" Blaine calls out over the roll of bodies.
Kurt nodded at Matt's arrival, explaining to him quickly the situation at hand. "I'll stand watch," Kurt said. "You need one person to give passerby a death glare to keep moving, and none of you have glares down right." He watched as the boys pushed the door.
"On my signal! 3, 2, 1! Push it!" Finn yelled. He sent out his empathy out to all of 'em. << We can do this! You're strong. >> He ground his teeth and shoved as hard as he could until he felt the door give.
Blaine strains against the smooth wooden surface, feeling his shoes slip on the floors. The door's not budging; Blaine's not strong enough, isn't he? But the solid object pushing against his desperate fingertips relents, and Blaine feels himself inching forward. He feels rejuvenated, encouraged, and doubles his effort to push. He will pierce through the heavens if it means he can reach Quinn Fabray.
On Finn's signal, Matt pushes the door as hard as he can, and as he does the adrenaline must kick in, because there's a burst of energy, of strength that reminds him of fighting Yejun. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hopes he's able to catch himself when the door does give.
Kurt saw some random give them a weird, disgusted look. Normally Kurt would throw his eyes once for a flash of a second and be done with it. However today he felt powerful. He felt like telling the random person he would amount to nothing if he kept on focusing on other people's business instead of cleaning up his own life. Kurt told all of that with his eyes. The random student fled.
Once the door gives with a mighty crack, the intrepid rescuers find Quinn's dorm dark, save a circle of sigils glowing soft white on the ground. They look foreign starting large at the outer edge, shrinking in size with each circle inwards. At the center sits Quinn. She is slumped forward, her chin against her chest. hands limp in her lap. She does not respond to the crash of the door, nor to any of the voices around her. Jenna circles around the group, tugging against pant legs. Although she is unresponsive, her emotions run wild: fear, confusion, regret, and the tiniest bit of hope.
With so many others to crowd Quinn, people more qualified to heal, Ryder went to Jenna, kneeling down next to her and trying to keep her calm. "It's fine, it'll be fine," he murmurs.
"Fucking hell," Matt mutters when the door reveals Quinn. What the fuck kind of spell was she doing here? She doesn't look injured at a first glance, so he assumes this is the spell's doing, and for a fleeting moment he's frustrated at her for doing it alone. He kneels down next to her, and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Quinn? Quinn, can you hear me?"
Finn tripped forward on his feet, almost landing into the floor. Thank fuck his arms were as long as his legs but a little shorter. Finn touched the floor and kept himself up. He saw Quinn in a ring of white circles and wondered what the fuck they meant. "What the hell, dude..." Finn said and looked at the girl in what looked like deep sleep. It was anything but that though. Finn felt her emotions hit him. Mixed with the surprise-fear combo the dudes were sportin', Quinn's emotions were higher range and stronger. Finn had to grab at his own arm to keep himself grounded in his own mind and body. This was next level shit. He had to control himself and not share it with the others. He wanted to reach out to Quinn but didn't trust his powers. He didn't want to hurt her. <<Quinn, we're here. We got you.>> Finn thought.
Blaine enters the room with the rest of the team, and his eyes widen at the magic ritual in front of him. Quinn is certainly in a trance, her body's folded into a mystical pose, and the thrumming power and light around her signals something that's still going. "She's still performing a spell," Blaine explains as he gets close to try to interpret the sigils. He cannot pronounce them for he hasn't learned, but Blaine can estimate with surety it's Enochian. He tells that to the others, right as Matt touches Quinn. "Woah! Careful there," Blaine advises, but Matt doesn't seem to be affected. Since Matt's closer, Blaine asks, "How's Quinn's breathing? Any abnormalities which stick out?"
Santana hoped Quinn was just doing one of her long away travels after breaking up with Hunter, and that was the reason she didn't saw her in the livestream. But Blaine's posters and conversation about it made her want to be sure everything was alright. Like the master (or mistress) illusionist she was, she arrived under Quinn's window unnoticed, and with the BSO of ocean's 8 playing in her head during it, she sneakyly opened the window and entered the room. She expected to find either Quinn there or some clue. Not a bunch of people that she has to explain why she entered by the...oh fuck Quinn's in the floor and weird magic is going on. "What the fuck is going on here?" She asked everyone while analyzing the situation.
Quinn's chest rises and falls in an even rhythm. She does not react to Santana's super-villain, through-the-window entrance. Somewhere far off, there is some comfort. Quinn feels something like calm wash over her, allowing her to take a breath. Her hands unfold from her hair; the whispers are pushed to the background. A way home, a way home.
Blaine's eyes dart over to the window shimmying open to reveal Santana Lopez. "Santana! You made it! You saw my text!" Blaine exclaims, running over to help her through the window. He helps close the window again, in case there's a draft, or other people decide to look through to see why Quinn Fabray, esteemed bloodline witch, is in an unconscious state in the middle of her room with five guys. "Quinn's in mid-spell. It looks to be Enochian, but I can't understand the language." Blaine tells Santana. "What should we do? I think we should contact the hospital. The healers might know how to cure this. I fear if we try to intervene during Quinn's spell, there could be unintended consequences." Blaine returns to Quinn's side, looking at her face with concern. "Oh, Quinn. Come back." Blaine whispers; his chest tightens at seeing her unreadable face.
Ryder's brow furrows when Santana comes in through the window. Why didn't I think of coming in through the window? But his focus goes back to Blaine and Quinn as he explains the situation. "We shouldn't move her. Someone get Avicenna on the phone and get them here." Being in mid-spell, there were too many things that could go wrong. And then because he had nothing else to do, Ryder sent up a prayer to something he believed in: Quinn. "Come back, Q. Wherever you are, if you can hear this, come home," he thinks.
Santana reacts at Blaine's reaction nodding. "Yeah. I made it. I read the text. That's why I'm here" She didn't need help, she was a proffesional. She though of what to do to help. "Queenie, if you can hear me... I'm going to throw a glass of water over your head so you wake up. So if you don't want to, you should wake up" She warned. "I also have my spider jar~"
Kurt interrupted Santana immediately. "You don't need to use a jar of spiders." He looked at their ragtag group with curiosity, wondering their reasons to check up on Quinn. Naturally, they cared about their friend. Kurt cared about his rivalry? Investment? Discussion partner? He needed Quinn safe regardless. "Yeah, call up the hospital. Quinn, if you can hear me, you're going to be so mortified at the bedlam this caused. I feel for you." He took a photo of the scene in case the hospital had questions.
Matt shakes his head in response to Blaine’s question. “I don’t see anything. Not aside from the obvious sitting unconscious in the middle of glowing sigils,” he says, and lets go of her shoulder, somehow still trying to catch her eye. When Santana breaks in he’s alarmed for a moment, until he sees it’s her. He nods vaguely towards her, and turns back to Quinn. “Come on, Quinn. You got all those books waiting for you to sort ‘em.” A faint smile crosses his face. Maybe she can hear them, somehow. “And us. Us too.” Getting up from his spot on the floor, he gives her shoulder one last reassuring squeeze. “I’ll call Avicenna,” he says, taking his phone out.
Finn let out a loud whoa at seeing Santana crawlin' in like Ninja Gaiden. 'Fuckin' Ryu-tana.' Finn thought. He let Blaine do his thing and tried not to look too annoyed when Blaine did his thing. Blaine thought he was so smart, showin' off. Finn stood awkwardly in the middle of the guys and felt their nervous energy bounce off of each other like it was a basketball. No net, tho. "She's not doing too hot, yea." Finn grunted. Quinn's emotions were still too powerful for him to try to block. But honestly? He didn't wanna block it. Nah. He found himself getting close and softly holding her shoulder, keeping her upright. If this was what his powers were supposed to do, then why was he runnin' away from that shit? << Q. I know you're scared. I know you're confused. I know you think you made a mistake. But s'ok. A mistake gives y'the chance to fix things. A mistake doesn't mean you're alone. We're here to help.>> Finn closed his eyes and allowed himself to send his calm into Quinn while receiving her anxieties back. <<Being scared doesn't make you lesser or greater than me. We're sharing this together. Come back, Q.>> He pulled his hand back, taking in a big breath. "If they ain't comin', I'll like carry her, I carry people all the time in our games. Coach says so."
Blaine nods at what Matt says. "Ah, no, Finn, it's not necessary," Blaine responds. Who knows what could happen should they force her body to move. He shares a glance with everyone, changing his expression so it's braver. "The best we can do is pray, hope, keep her in our thoughts. Look for spells to help someone home. I'm going to hit the books tonight, but if we find a way, let's tell each other, okay?" Blaine wrings his hands nervously when Matt's call goes through.
Quinn: You cannot go home when the word has no definition.
Her feet skid to a stop in the mist-covered landscape, gold and grey and black swirls up around her calves. Above her, Eistibus towers, what could be hands wrapping around a staff.
The word has no definition.
She stops thinking about Lake George, about her father and his Scotch, her mother standing in his shadow. It’s not about the tree-covered hills, or the water as the sun goes down. It’s not about the politics, or the games.
“I can hear you. I’m listening.” She repeats the words from earlier. And suddenly, she can. The whispers around her are cut by clear voices.
I’m going to throw a glass of water over your head.
You’ve got all those books waiting for you.
Come back, Q. Come home.
I feel for you.
I know you’re scared, I know you’re confused. I know you think you made a mistake, but s’ok. We’re here to help.
Ahead of her, the mists glow a soft gold in color, every word another step. Oh. Home.
A team of Emergency Healers arrive to Boreas Park room 122 to find Quinn Fabray slumped in a circle of Enochian sigils, surrounded by friends. By a handful of the people who make up her home. It is ascertained that the circle invokes Astral Projection. An hour of carefully working through the connections in the sigils later finds Quinn on her way to Avicenna, still unconscious.
The sigils still glow on her dorm room floor, but, just possibly, they seem to be growing fainter.
Sam: [usually felt peace when he was sitting by the pool at Undique. But that peace had left him a long time ago. Now when he looked into the water, he wondered what was left of the beauty for him to be even a part of. He could remember the first time he ever hung out with Ryder, it was here. They both just had fun, getting to know each other as friends. Aether, they had been through so much together. Sam even loved him at one point. Still did? But time had passed. He had done harm. Ryder was different. Even online, he could tell there was a difference. He was still so scared to see the look on his face once he saw the truth. But in atoning for his sins, he had to talk about it. Even with the people he didn't want to cause pain. Closing his eyes, Sam pretended he was back on a beach in Mexico where happiness radiated off him and he was still...Sam. But when he opened his eyes, he knew the truth and he turned his gaze just as he saw a familiar figure.] Hi.
“Are you still the same Ryder who was annoyingly persistent in becoming my best friend? The one who cared about animals and his friends and trying to make the world a better place?”
“Yeah, I’m still annoyingly persistent. And right now, I’d give anything to be your best friend again. I really want to be that guy. I think I am, most of the time.”
“Ryder, my best friend. What is happening here? Don’t you remember? Marley, you, and me? Flora, Fauna, Farts? I’m Farts. Come on dude. I was there when you spilled your heart out to Marley.”
Who: @alyricalberry, @ryderreturns and @trickstersantana
When: Monday, October 15, 2018
Where: Undique Stadium
What: Ryder and Rachel try their first ever non-tournament duel as SP. As usual, Rachel gets her butt kicked.
Warnings: None.
Ryder basically had a new friend with how often he signed into Undique to use the training rooms. As much as he could be friends with a person he said 'hey' to before moving on with his day. He really needed to get to know Sharon better. She seemed like she had a rich backstory. "I know you're here to help out - but don't go messing with Rachel during this," he asked Santana as they reached the room. "Just let us train, please." He looked over to Rachel already waiting. "Hey," he called, taking out his Grimoire to summon King. "Do you mind if Santana watches? She's got strategy down to an art."
Rachel waved at Ryder when she saw him. She took a deep breath when she saw Santana but decided to let it go. Maybe having Santana there wouldn't be terrible. "Of course, as long as she's here only to help and not to cast illusions on me. Again," she said pointedly. She pulled out her own grimoire to summon Barbra. She knew the lion had been itching to get out and do something. While Rachel was still getting used to having a familiar, especially one that took up so much space, she figured she should be letting her out and training with her. And this was as good a time as any to do it. "This is Barbra, by the way," she told Ryder. "So, what do you want to focus on today? Offensive spells, or combination attacks or...?"
Santana pretended to be offended. "Me? Messing with Rachel? Never" She started laughing, but then saw what Rachel was wearing, and she was very gay in that moment. "Yeah. Watching. Strategy. Oh my my you got all pretty to train!" She says with a smile. Santana stared at the lion. "You got yourself a big cat and called it your own name, amazing, Barbarita One." She says, and went to sit on a bench to enjoy the show. "Make it entertaining, guys!" She requested.
All of Ryder's focus jumped out the window and ran down the hall screaming, KITTY! when he saw the lioness. His magic circle lit up around his wrist as he set down his bag and knelt in front of her. "Hi Barbra," he greeted. Man, he hadn't talked to a lion in forever! "Wow, you are fierce." Before he could ask how long she'd been with Rachel, King stepped in and poked Ryder's back with the end of his antler. 'Focus, Ryder.' "Oh," he said, standing back up and clearing his throat back to human English. "Sorry. Anyways, I was thinking we could work on offensive spells and getting more in touch with fighting with these two."
Rachel couldn’t help but blush at Santana’s compliment. She shook it off immediately to glare at her, though. “I didn’t name her after me. I named after a Broadway and cinema icon, Santana,” she told her.
Barbra let out a purr when Ryder bent down in front of her. Nice of you to notice she told him, nuzzling his hand.
“She likes attention,” Rachel hummed, patting Barbra’s head. “I think that sounds great. Barbra doesn’t have much fighting experience, so it’ll be good for all of us. Let’s get started,” she said, leading their group to the centre of the training room. “Should we focus on our elemental magic? Fire and water are going to be interesting together.”
Ryder was definitely going to ask Barbra to hang out after. "Yeah, that sounds good. We can try to get around the weakness of going up against each other," he nodded, following after her to the middle. King stood beside him. Looking over to Santana, he thought back to her notes the other day and nodded to himself. "Alright, let's go." He started drawing up water from the pool underneath, gathering it around his fists. "I'll dry you off after," he promised before shooting out his first water cannon.
Ryder: 1d7 +4 = (7)+3 = 10
Rachel: 1d7 +1 = (6)+1 = 7
Rachel smirked at Ryder’s words. She knew they had to practice their affinities but she hated getting wet. When Ryder summoned his water canon, Rachel activated her magic circle and said Evaporate, sending a blast of fire towards the jet. It managed to evaporate most of the water, but a decent amount landed on her and Barbra, who let out a loud roar at the splash of water. “Good one,” Rachel told Ryder before sending another blast of fire towards him.
Rachel: 1d7 +1 = (1)+1 = 2
Ryder: 1d7 +3 = (2)+3 = 5
Santana was observing, resisting the urgue to comment something. She would wait two more attacks.
Ryder smiled, "Thanks." As her next attack came, Ryder brought up a wall of water to block the fire blast. He pushed through and sent a punch to Rachel's stomach before moving back again. "You gotta channel an attack through Barbra," he said. King moved around to stand behind Rachel and Barbra. He gathered up more water and sent it to channel through King, turning it into a whirlpool that grew smaller and smaller to slice into Rachel and Barbra.
Ryder: 1d7+4 = (3)+4 = 7
Rachel: 1d7+1 = (1)+1 = 2
Rachel nodded at Ryder’s instruction, but she slipped in the whirlpool before she could even throw up a shield to protect her and Barbra. She directed Barbra to go stand beside Ryder and sent her fire through Barbra, Barbra roaring as the fire went to evaporate Ryder’s next water spell.
Rachel: 1d7+1 = (4)+1 = 5
Ryder: 1d7 +3 = (5)+3 = 8
Ryder and King let go of the whirlpool to crash into Rachel and Barbra. He was almost distracted by the lion, but managed to jump back out of the way of the flames. He sent a wave of water to crash over the women before stepping back. "Santana? Got advice?"
Santana facepalms at Rachel's ridiculous spectacle. "Yes, Ryder, I have advice" She looks at Rachel "Barbarita por favor!" She had defeated Santana once, she had to maintain the reputation. "Why don't you do your shields? They're super annoying! He's kicking your ass when you could be winning this!"
Rachel groaned when her spell failed. She tossed her wet hair behind her shoulder and focused, ignoring Santana. She had to focus on her offensive magic, not her shields. She could make this work. She switched tactics. She cleared her throat and started singing Don’t Rain On My Parade. She nodded at Barbra who let out another loud roar that sent a sound burst right at Ryder.
Rachel: 1d7 +2 = (1)+2 = 3
Ryder: 1d7 +3 = (2)+3 = 5
Ryder felt a little bad when he saw Rachel completely soaked, but then he remembered fighting beside her in the streets of New York. They had to do more for each other, help each other become stronger. So he ran forward and did a baseball slide across the floor to knock Rachel down.
Rachel yelped when Ryder bumped into her. She caught herself before she could completely fall over and stood back up. She wrapped her hand around her necklace and activated it, starting to sing Primadona Girl by Marina and The Diamonds, a musical force field surrounding her and Barbra only.
Rachel: 1d7+1 = (1)+1 = 2
Ryder: 1d7 +3 = (2)+3 = 5
Ryder watched the force field build around the two of them. King tried to join in on the singing, but it just sounds like his normal scream. Left on his own for the attack, Ryder gathers up water to cover both of his fists and steps forward to shoot another cannon blast until the shield is blown apart. "Do you give up? Or are we still going?" he asked before he tried another attack.
Rachel smiled triumphantly as her shield protected her from the next water blast. “Of course we’re still going. I’m having fun,” she told him with a smirk. She sent Barbra behind Ryder again and had her roar another sound bubble right at his chest, continuing Primadona Girl where she’d left off
Rachel: 1d7+1 = (4)+1 = 5
Ryder turned to look at King who looked back at him and blink/winked. "Alright," he said. This time, King moved to stand in front of Ryder as they both turned to face Barbra. Ryder channeled his magic through King as the elk began charging toward the lioness.
Ryder: 2d7 +3 = (3+6)+3 = 12
Barbra let out another roar, this time more to defend herself when the elk charged towards her.
Rachel sighed. Clearly this wasn't working. She could feel her energy slowly ebb away after each attack. "Okay, okay. Ryder, I can't do this. I need to heal a little," she told him. "Maybe we can try this again another day? I'll prepare more for next time,"
Ryder called off the attack as soon as Rachel spoke up. "Okay," he said, keeping himself from apologizing. This was what they had met for after all. "Yeah, let's train again next time we can. We can try out our necklaces too." He looked down at his watch and cursed. "Shit, I gotta get to work. King," he said, taking out his Grimoire to call King back to the Aether. "Oh and Dry," he added to dry all of them off. After giving Rachel a quick hug and sending some finger guns to Santana, Ryder started for the door. "Thanks, Rach. You too, my dude! Later!"
