Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150322030120/@comment-25686329-20150325205711

Ticktania dashed up to Minuette, Theron apparently distracted.

She still had the Clock Vision equipped, and her expression was grim and hard-featured. The gun gleamed in the low light of the hallway as she held it resolute and skyward next to her jaw. Her usual, meticulous hairstlyle was disheveled and one side contained a few droplets of paint, but she was determined to look professional. If they survived the next few minutes, the next dash to find safety, then they could have as long as a happy-little-reunion as they pleased.

But first, it was business.

"Come with me if you want to live."

- - -

The Yankee staggered into the hallway.

Luminescent, neon-meets-candy colored splatters coated the walls in grisly splendor.

Whoa.