Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20191010002135/@comment-26892768-20191013031128

Yup, Aeroga seems to do the trick - and since Graviga pulled them close together, all the Imitation Kabandha get hit.

The squash girl follows it up with another cornstalk to keep the flow going.

The Imitation Reckless let out a series of mechanical beeps and boops, and - yup, more electric blasts.

And from yet another portal somewhere else in the ruins, a woman is dropped out with a shout of surprise, landing on the ground in a heap before getting up hastily, black hair flowing behind her like water.

"My queen-" She looks around rapidly, but it's clear that whoever she's looking for isn't here. It's also rather clear that this woman is far from normal - her blue, black, and gold attire really only covers a bit more than a bikini would, for starters, her forearms seem to be mixed with the talons of a bird, and parts of her skeleton are showing, like her feet, her ribs, and most notably, her skull, which is completely barren of any flesh save for the eyes and what seems to be a tongue inside.

She shakes her head. Whatever this was, it's clear to her now that it was targetting her specifically. Why, she doesn't know, but clearly she needs to get back home as soon as possible.

She zips off, practically flying through the halls as her eyes glance around warily, trying to find some kind of path-

Wait, was that a human back there?

She goes back a bit. Yup, there he is - and he looks about as lost as she is. If she had to guess an age, it'd be around the late teens. She's seeing black, orange, and...what is with that style of clothing? Something about it is off to her, and it shows on her face. Er, skull. Then she looks at herself, and her expression shifts to a more contemplative one as she looks back to the human.

Well, she'll probably seem just as odd to him, so she has no right to judge. Plus, he could've found something she hasn't yet, and she does need some help in here, so...

She takes a deep breath, then lets it out, putting her hands together and holding her arms in front of herself as she walks over. Be polite, be polite... "Excuse me."