[ The roots are only that, so Barnaby’s great power is able to snap them until they rot away on his leg as with all the rest. The creature’s hands claw at the ground as it starts to push itself up again, and Rosaria’s limp body comes with it. The roots are embracing her as it’s almost pulling her inside the mass. It feels unpleasant, of course, but more unpleasant is when a root brushes against the base of her spine with her Shard sits. A small root digs into skin as if it’s going to pull it out.
Barnaby will feel it too, even if he won’t know why. The stronger presence in the cluster of voices feels horrified, it’s trying to stop. It doesn’t want another, and outside of Communion, the creature makes a noise that’s like a howl of a dying animal.
But another voice speaks. It’s a different one, clear and calm, and accented lightly in a way that’s hard to place. It cuts through the chaos of all the rest with startling clarity. ]
Ah, if only. You’ve drawn too much attention, so this is the end of your playtime, my dear.
[ And rapidly, the vines withdraw and release Rosaria so that she falls to the ground roughly. But the creature stays hunched over her as if waiting for something. ]
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Barnaby will feel it too, even if he won’t know why. The stronger presence in the cluster of voices feels horrified, it’s trying to stop. It doesn’t want another, and outside of Communion, the creature makes a noise that’s like a howl of a dying animal.
But another voice speaks. It’s a different one, clear and calm, and accented lightly in a way that’s hard to place. It cuts through the chaos of all the rest with startling clarity. ]
Ah, if only. You’ve drawn too much attention, so this is the end of your playtime, my dear.
[ And rapidly, the vines withdraw and release Rosaria so that she falls to the ground roughly. But the creature stays hunched over her as if waiting for something. ]