(ooc: not much I can do...*shrug*)
Spider swallowed nerviously as he looked up at the ceiling. Something large had just landed on the roof and he had a feeling it wasn't something harmless as a rotten tree branch.
Is it the thing that killed Dementa? he thought, trying to hide his fear; he hated being this helpless. Yes he still had this special powers...but there was no telling what effect it would have on this 'thing'. Still, it was the only real weapon he had in his current condiction so kept access to it on the back of his mind...so he can use it if he really needed too...
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