"Well, all I know, one moment, I was in skyrim, next, I was in some random room on the ship, you'd have to ask George for everything else... when he stops being a mess."
George continues to be a blubbering pansy on the ground.
"Thanks to both of you... I became whole again. I love you both. More than anything else."
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This is good. This is really good. Heroes to the end. We'll see how Hephaestus thinks about them... Angel falls into a deep sleep, hopeful with the time-line.
The box kept playing its eerie melody, but apart from that did nothing noteworthy.
The coridor Grace was walking along slowly got darker and darker, despite all the lights being on.
"I really mean it..." Four trailed off. She considered saying more, but she didn't want to make things too serious now. She gave Gwen a passionate kiss.
The distorted notes comming from the box began echoing across the room despite the fact that this should be imposible given the acoustics.
The temperature in the room dropped.
Winter moans from Gwen's massages, as she looks lovingly at Four. Winter's fingers gently trace around Gwen's neck, as Winter's other hand brings Four even closer to herself.
"I know Four. We all have the strength to carry on. Its whether we have our friends and loved one's behind us. I will always be behind you Four, helping you as you go." She gives Four a passionate kiss.
The golden decorations on the box looked diferent on every side, but all were equally intricate.
The ebony wood of the box was finely cut, and no nails or screw seemed to be present to hold it together.
A white fog formed above the floor of Grace's room.
Grace took notice of the changes occurring in her room, and decided it was better to tell someone else about this strange box. She stood and walked toward her door.
Four moaned as she kissed Winter back. She wrapped her tail around Winter's waist. "I know what you mean. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you two..." She was somewhat lying, she knew exactly what she'd probably do...
As Grace opened the door, she found that it led not to the ship but rather a hallway made of stone.
The same white fog floated above the cold floor. All was deadly silent.
OoC @Rosh: Pretty much, yeah. It's what I do best, so why not?
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