Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20190714132628/@comment-26892768-20190721214736

Risky seems to freeze. She knows that presence. She knows that feeling of cold shivering up her back, as if recoiling from some unspeakable terror. She knows who the only person who can make her very being shake with rage and - although trying to get her to say it out loud would result in a very visceral gutting - fear is. She thought he was dead, but, well...perhaps she can finally do the honors herself. She turns around and growls. "You-"

And then Shantae tackles her, sending Risky stumbling back quite a bit. "Sorry! I hate to break it to you, Risky, but you can't fight him!"

Risky pulls out her sword, glaring at the half-genie as she eyes the other arrival. "The curse is broken, he has no power-"

"Not because of that, because 'you have his stuff!" 'Shantae sends Risky back a glare that shuts her down immediately.

And a moment later, Risky starts cursing up a storm, quickly grabbing the cannon and high-tailing it out of there. As much as she hates running, she knows the genie brat has a point: letting him get his weapons back could be catastrophic.

Shantae looks back at Fugo. "Have you heard the saying, 'be careful what you wish for'? Because Risky's going to have to let you in on her past if we don't get rid of this guy."

Cynthia looks at Lance with a raised eyebrow. "A bit, yes..."

She decides not to question where he was earlier when all these clouds started gathering.

"Wait, it had cash on it?" Johnny walks up and grabs the currency, his shadow stealthily rejoining him as he does so. "...weird."