beau takes the first few steps like she doesn't want to, but - by the end, she leans into it, taking a deep breath. she's already a mess of bruises and wrapped knuckles, but she's ready. when she stops, she reaches up to pull her hair back out of her face, and when she brings her hand down, she looks at the d20 in it.
irony. not that she knows it.
she drops it. it rolls - lands on fourteen. a mace appears in her hand, and she gives it a sort of baffled look. ]
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beau takes the first few steps like she doesn't want to, but - by the end, she leans into it, taking a deep breath. she's already a mess of bruises and wrapped knuckles, but she's ready. when she stops, she reaches up to pull her hair back out of her face, and when she brings her hand down, she looks at the d20 in it.
irony. not that she knows it.
she drops it. it rolls - lands on fourteen. a mace appears in her hand, and she gives it a sort of baffled look. ]
... Really? [ she'll talk to ogata in a second. ]