Date: 2009-03-15 02:17 pm (UTC)
"Vote." Aya folded her arms. Sure, her choice was probably going to be pretty obvious. "On that note, though, I'll be right back."

Floating into the air once more, Aya took off into the sky with a violent wind and burst of blue light. A thought had occurred to her: there was still one more player in this little game, one that was not present and was the most important factor. If Maleficent had her own presence in this mind-a mental manifestation, a term she had came up with a few years ago for the purposes of some Psychonauts-themed RP, then it only followed that somewhere around here there was a Margaret as well.

If anyone deserved a vote on what was going to happen here it was her. So Aya searched, seeking out that realization of self with her imagined supersonic speed.
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