>>5327457So, you sigh as your knuckles slowly stop stinging, what the hell was that just now?
“You just gave me a cross an-”
I know <span class="mu-i">THAT</span>, you groan, but what about the <span class="mu-g">FLAME CLAWS?</span> That was wack!
“Perhaps it’s the power you obtained from that <span class="mu-b">BONE MARROW?</span>” Sybil suggests, earning an intrigued look from Teevor.
“Obtaining abilities… from <span class="mu-b">BONE MARROW?</span>” He asks with a wide-eyed expression!
Yep, you nod, and if he wants to know more he can check out the archived threads because you ain’t explaining it again! Curious about your new ability, you reach out to its ‘<span class="mu-i">switch</span>’ just like your other abilities have and mess around with it a bit!
Popping out your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS,</span> you notice that with a little finangling you’re able to replace your burning hot claws with ice, a powerful electrical charge, and blades comprised of purple energy not unlike that <span class="mu-b">RAW MAGIC</span> you messed around with earlier!
“Fascinating…” Sybil remarks as you bend down to grab the fallen <span class="mu-g">SPRAY BOTTLE</span> at your feet, “It appears to be some kind of elemental ability…”
Yea, no, you laugh, this goes <span class="mu-i">waaaay</span> beyond elementary, toots! In fac-
Before you can finish, a lingering chunk of frost from your hand spreads to the bottle, and within seconds its contents and the container itself is frozen solid! Flicking your new ability’s switch again, you nearly burn your hand off when the bottle is engulfed in flames!
“For chrissakes, turn it off!” Ly howls as you flick through the settings in your head! After nearly shocking, melting, freezing, and uh… <span class="mu-i">magicing</span> your bottle, you finally figure out how to turn it off and sink to the floor with a sigh of relief–oh good… it’s got an off switch…
“And it isn’t limited to your claws, either!” Sybil adds with a cheery pat on your shoulder! “This could certainly be useful, couldn’t it, Stanley?”
It could, you nod, but you’re glad you don’t have to zap or melt everything you touch…
"Yea, I'll bet..." Ly mutters under his nonexistent breath. What the hell's <span class="mu-i">that</span> supposed to mean?
>CONTD. 