Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)
Helena just stands there, struck dumb, as the stone is lifted, and then crashes down, wedging itself firmly in place. Standing there, just... staring at it, Helena's eye twitches, before the entirety of the pyramid, and the mine, is suddenly filled with a string of curses so profane the she was pretty sure she could have killed an angel with the sheer foulness of the language. To repeat it all here, all 7 straight minutes of it, would be a sin. As her voice echoed around the stone walls, her screaming actually became unintelligible, before she stopped, and fumed, silently, like a small fuse was burning on the back of her head.
Stomping back towards the dwarven mine, her eye twitching visibly with barely restrained temper, Helena was astounded she hadn't lost control, but was beyond caring at this moment, the realization more of a passing fancy as she made her way towards the constructs. Opening the door, Helena glared at them. Okay. You, have a dead dwarf upstairs. That is now moving around, and attacking people, more to the point, he dropped a big fucking rock in front of the entrance, and I can no longer get out, which means I can't use this journal to find your creators, which means I can't help you by trading you supplies, or directing your creators IF I find them, back to this mine. Will you help me move the stone. Helena asked plainly, her voice clipped, her shoulders shaking. Also, Do you know how to kill it. she added as a afterthought. because my magic doesn't seem to pack the appropriate punch.