<div class="floatright">(https://i.ibb.co/0Q31P5D/chrono-smol.png)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong>Spomenka (Menka) Myosotis<br/><strong>Race/Class:</strong>Half-Elf Clock Mage<br/><strong>HP:</strong>16 ;<strong>Armor:</strong>0<br/><strong>Str:</strong>15 ;<strong>Dex:</strong>09 ;<strong>Con:</strong>12 ;<strong>Int:</strong>16 ;<strong>Wis:</strong>08 ;<strong>Cha:</strong>12<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">TICK TOCK &gt; TICK TICK</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>The half-elf remained groggy as she awoke, her bright blue eyes taking in her new surroundings and the figures around her. It seemed an age since she had taken shelter with her grandparents, the flashes of war that had gone on around them and the constant shaking of the bunker. The old man had been fiddling with something Menka didn't fully understand but at the same time knew very well. There had been an...<em>interaction</em>with it when the voice had spoken to her. How much time had passed, or how much time hadn't?<br/>There seemed to be a slime creature amongst those around her as the sand fell from her fremen-blue eyes, perhaps a good source of water to parch a thirsting throat, especially if the brown-haired girl was helping herself. As the creature moved to stop the other half-elf from taking a taste, she moved over the fresh-scented grass towards the puddle where the girl's feet should be and cupped some of the liquid in her hands like water... or a gelatin in this case? And brought it to her lips...<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">TOCK</span></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rewind</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pull back time a moment to take back a single thing you did or said. This doesn't let you re-roll if you go back to before you made a move - if you change what you did, apply the old roll to the new action</div></div><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(180deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(180deg); -o-transform: rotate(180deg); -ms-transform: rotate(180deg); transform: rotate(180deg);"><em>As the creature moved to stop the other half-elf from taking a taste, she moved over the fresh-scented grass towards the puddle where the girl's feet should be and cupped some of the liquid in her hands like water... or a gelatin in this case? And brought it to her lips...</em></span><br/><br/>Oh! It would be incredibly rude to take a taste without asking, she thought as the flavour on her tongue vanished into memory and then to non-existance. After all, she had never supped of the slime girl to begin with. Also the creature had said something about being contagious? As fun as it might be to be see-through and have the suns rays refract within her, she might not remember what she she's supposed to be.<br/>She was in the same spot she had been before moving up to the slime, who was making the same movement to stop the brown-haired girl taking a taste. Hm, she was probably imagining that taste test.  Ignoring the other possible action for now she chose to simply smile and wave to the others as she got to her feet.<strong>"Ah, hello,"</strong>she spoke,<strong>"I think I'm a little lost, I was just in the bunker with my grandparents. You all seem rather confused about where you are too, so... I suppose none of you are local?" </strong>