Duct Tape

Maxsodin yawned and stretched luxuriously on her bed. They were back in Castle Oblivion. She was going on a mission with Nexan. Without Braxyd. She smiled and stretched even more. Things were great.

The door was open, and Nexan walked in without the need to announce her presence. "Come on, Max, you lazy butt! We have a meeting to attend! Move yourself!"

Max eyed her from where she lay. She unwillingly hid her hand from sight, doing so very inconspicuously. "Okay, just.... just give me a minute!"

Nexan sighed and stalked off to the meeting room. Maxsodin listen as her footsteps receded down the hall, then jumped onto her feet. She scrounged around her room for something to bandage her hand with. It had stopped bleeding, the four long rips, but they were still touchy and could easily start up again.

She finally settled for some old cloth and a bit of duct tape, the later of which she used quite generously. She ripped the concoction off as she lost the blood flow to her hand, and tried again. She made sure to slacken the duct tape. Satisfied with her work, she straightened her coat and took off down the hall.

She knew she had to be a part of the discussion this time around. Her mind raced with problems to bring up. For one, her gloves were missing. She suspected that to be Braxyd's doing. What else?

She didn't have any more brainstorming time. She had arrived at the meeting room.

Before Maxsodin could even open the door, it swung open (inwardly thank goodness), and Max was faced with a very ticked-looking Xahssa.

"Come on, Max! We're about to start!" Xahssa grabbed her by the neck of her coat and drug her into the room.