[A moment of thought, and one of Murasa's hands turns greenish and transparent, shot through with grainy static. The air around it becomes much colder, and the odd aura she emits intensifies, becoming strange and unpleasant and feeling uncomfortably like death. Even the other patrons start to lean away, though few take notice of it otherwise.]
A lot of terms under the 'supernatural' umbrella are better at explaining things like me.
[With a flicker, her hand re-solidifies again much more quickly than it went all film grainy, and that aura returns to an acceptable level of weird. She seems to be looking at her hand with idle amusement.]
That was harder than it should've been. Booze must be kicking in.
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[A moment of thought, and one of Murasa's hands turns greenish and transparent, shot through with grainy static. The air around it becomes much colder, and the odd aura she emits intensifies, becoming strange and unpleasant and feeling uncomfortably like death. Even the other patrons start to lean away, though few take notice of it otherwise.]
A lot of terms under the 'supernatural' umbrella are better at explaining things like me.
[With a flicker, her hand re-solidifies again much more quickly than it went all film grainy, and that aura returns to an acceptable level of weird. She seems to be looking at her hand with idle amusement.]
That was harder than it should've been. Booze must be kicking in.