She'll be able to make it past the scientists - they feel rather like sacks of flour when shoved. Though they try to grab at her sleeves, their grips are fragile, their cries for her to stop strangely muffled.
The other skeleton, meanwhile, has resumed its previous instructions of trying to drag Sans-Serif on towards the door. It tries to shove her aside, but to no avail. With its path blocked, it stops in its tracks, staring up at her with empty eyesockets and no sign of recognition.
Then it leans around her to look at the scientist. The doctor taps his pen against his clipboard again.
"Get rid of her, Sans-Serif."
Obediently, he lifts a hand and clenches it tight, trying to turn her soul blue.
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Date: 2016-03-17 10:45 pm (UTC)The other skeleton, meanwhile, has resumed its previous instructions of trying to drag Sans-Serif on towards the door. It tries to shove her aside, but to no avail. With its path blocked, it stops in its tracks, staring up at her with empty eyesockets and no sign of recognition.
Then it leans around her to look at the scientist. The doctor taps his pen against his clipboard again.
"Get rid of her, Sans-Serif."
Obediently, he lifts a hand and clenches it tight, trying to turn her soul blue.