Snippet #2724049

Helena had followed the progress of the group as they toured the camp, rubbing her eyes occasionally with her sleeve. She'd gotten off the bus in silence.. the driver didn't exactly deserve a thank-you.. and had decided against contributing too much to the conversation. What exactly was there to say?


She cast an occasional glance to the locations they were being pointed to.

An obstacle course. This was not looking great.

She was pretty sure any disappointment she felt upon seeing it was going to be far outweighed by their instructors’ disappointment upon seeing her attempt to complete it. She’d never been a terribly athletic person. A combination of not really exercising as much as she should, and having questionable hand-eye coordination had meant sports tended to not really suit her.

Of course she’d generally avoid disappointing people in that way by...not participating.
Now that was not really an option.

Then again… should she really be that concerned about meeting the expectations of the people here? After all of this? Kind of silly when you thought about it. We were talking about her literal kidnappers after all. If they were going to drag her across Europe and make her do aerobic exercise, the least they could get in return was receive someone who was terrible at it.

Eventually the pentagram part came up. Illusion’s little joke in regard to pins didn’t elicit too much surprise from her by then.

She’d been stolen by the pope, a closet monster from her childhood was stalking her, she was apparently the spawn of satan or something along those lines. And she was about to discover her satan power from a magic pentagram. All considering, blood offerings didn’t seem like a huge surprise.

Regardless, avoiding it was still preferable, so the young woman took the paper and pressed her thumb into the glyph. Text began to appear spontaneously.

Major Abilities of Helena Kingsley

Tulpa

THe RED QUEeN


Minor Abilities of Helena KiED QUEEN

psycHic abiliTy

pREcogniTioN

RED QUEEN

ReD QUeEN

ReD

QueEN


The young woman regarded the paper with a lopsided frown.

“Um...miss...Illusion? I think my pentagram is broken…”