[center][h3][color=gold]A chat before disaster hits[/color][/h3]
Interacting with: [@ERode] [@bugmeat] [@Exit], the shaman[/center][hr][hr]
[color=lightgray]They would not have realized the flame-headed man was speaking to them if he hadn’t happened to be looking at them while referencing the spears. Puzzled, they tilted their head, trying to work out the logic behind the suggestion – but failed. [color=gold]“These aren’t ours,”[/color] they stated this self-evident truth. The shaman had said they belonged to the dead, had he not listened?

The bald woman distracted them from fully contemplating flame-head’s oddities. [color=gold]“Of course. I always do my best.”[/color] They blinked. Did they? How did they know this? And why did the concept of [i]mistakes[/i] sound foreign, as it was something which could only be attributed to others? They opened their mouth to say more, but the bald one was already running away. 

As the woman ran away, the one who advocated stealing from the dead came back into focus. As such, they elaborated on their unfinished answer. [color=gold]“Besides, the spears carry a curse.”[/color] They looked around for the mantled girl who had been affected. Their gaze landed on her just when she addressed them. [color=gold]“Yes, I saw. Part of it. Before.”[/color] They inspected the girl’s arm. [color=gold]“So, it was healed…I heard the transformation was caused by the Scaled God.”[/color] They glanced at the shaman. [color=gold]“Was it really from a god if a mortal can revert the effects?”[/color] they wondered just loud enough that the older woman might be inclined to answer. If she wasn’t too distracted by the barrier’s upkeep.

They joined the de-cursed girl’s observation of the one lady who’d tried to reassure them. The bald woman scarpered towards a pile of corpses. The flesh-mender’s warnings of disease echoed behind her, unheard. The angel could only stare and wonder. [color=gold]“Is that what they call playing dead?”[/color] they inquired of no one in particular. It was a serious question carrying a child’s innocence, though they watched with the eyes of someone who had witnessed the births and deaths of stars. The memories were missing, yet the habit of finding various facets of existence remarkable remained.[/color]