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[/row][/table][color=bc8dbf]"Nope~!"[/color]

The little girl smiled widely as she admitted, without complaint, that she had absolutely no idea what she was doing.

[color=bc8dbf]"She flew off into the sky."[/color] The girl explained helpfully, [color=bc8dbf]"I dunno how to fly, so I can't follow her...and I dunno where she is..."[/color] She pouted expressively, kicking at the ground in disappointment. [color=bc8dbf]"So, I thought, maybe someone else might know..."[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"But! But!! You've seen her, right!? You've really really really pinky-swear-promise seen her!?"[/color] Like a lightswitch flipping on, the girl was jumping up and down excitedly. She pivoted moods like an improperly calibrated accelerometer. [color=bc8dbf]"Wh-which way did she go!? Where was she when you saw her!? I gotta chase after her!! I [i]gotta[/i]!! I gotta I gotta I got—"[/color]

The little girl, who had up to that point been literally bouncing with energy, suddenly stopped. Staring wide-eyed at the talltall woman holding the paper, she froze, like a toy whose batteries had abruptly died. It was only after a gasp of unbelievable amazement, the kind of look you'd see from someone viewing an eclipse or a fireworks show, that Mary's trembling finger slowly pointed upwards.

[color=bc8dbf]"You...you..."[/color] She began, slowly, with a trembling voice. [color=bc8dbf]"You...you have...you have...[i]knife hands.[/i]"[/color] The little girl finally finished her thought, her eyes locked onto the fingers that gripped the paper. [color=bc8dbf]"That. Is. AWESOME!! I want knife hands, too! I wanna cut off my fingers and replace them with knives! It'll be sooo cool!!"[/color] She proclaimed, already pulling back one of her sleeves, and unsheathing what looked to be some kind of high-tech combat knife from her hip that had been hidden beneath the hoodie. She was literally intending to amputate herself [i]at that exact moment[/i]. [color=bc8dbf]"Where'd you get yours!? How long have you had them!?"[/color]