[ Crisis averted, it's Lucretia and therefore no one can criticize this magic shield thing. Finn, who has never in his life had chill, immediately goes from looking ass-pained about the prospect of monsters who trap prey in magic bubbles to looking at Lucretia like she might have personally hung this quarantined moon in the sky. ]
Please.
[ Okay look. This is a gift horse whose mouth is not to be looked upon. Hell yeah he's going to form this alliance and shoot these monsters. ]
no subject
Please.
[ Okay look. This is a gift horse whose mouth is not to be looked upon. Hell yeah he's going to form this alliance and shoot these monsters. ]
When were you gonna mention you could do this?