Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-26807691-20150812044540

((Ugh I shoulda given Angel some powers or something to help with the plot. BUT FEAR NOT, AS SHE HAS SHOES.))

The patchwork girl stood in the room outside Hemera's chamber, feeling more than useless. "This room's cold, I should've brought my shawl..." she murmured, forgetting she was in a crumbling cathedral inhabited by witches for a moment. Fast footsteps and what seemed to be gunfire could be heard from the other room. Just in case, Angel slipped off her bright blue shoe-probably the most substantial part of her-and slipped over to the door, watching Hemera and Scythe.

((I used hyphens instead of em dashes. My life is over.))