"In any case, I need you out of the room. All of you."
In her terror, Clarissa shocked Gracie, not consciously on purpose. It wasn't nearly enough to hurt her, giving about the feeling of a light static shock. She started crying from how scared she was.
OOC: Scratch that, I just have news. Okay, so I was thinking about why our characters feel so tasteless, and then it hit me; They're all too upbeat.
Also, I've got some killer detail to reconcile into the story once the confrontation with the Project begins.
"It's a phrase!" Gracie spat. "It's not literal."
"I don't get it..."
Scorpion was looking around the corner at them from the kitchen, curious as to what was going on after what had happened.
OOC: Good point. Max isn't happy at all, ever, but there hasn't been anywhere so far where he would act, maybe I should start using him more. As for the rest of my characters, I'll do my best to make them not so upbeat.
OOC: What about internal conflict? I know I've said this before, but one must go from Point A to Point B, to fight not just material foes along the way, but to fight emotions, to strengthen their resolve gradually.
Also, remember motives.
Ha, I'm one to talk, but... Hmm...?
"Ah, forget it." Gracie turned away and headed back down the hall, her wings dragging against the walls. "Infernal corridor..." She muttered to herself.