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[/row][/table][color=bc8dbf]"WHIRLY SOAP TUNNEEELLLLLLL~"[/color]

Without a second thought, the little girl charged headlong into a car wash like it was a bouncy castle or a ball pit. Disappearing behind the gigantic brushes that were rotating at an honestly kind of frightening speed, she was probably never seen from again.

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Except, she was!

One logistically over-complicated hygiene effort later, Mary was beaming with pride and standing before her new friends again, this time wearing new clothes — a plain white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, about as simple as simple got. Her hair was still dripping and frothing with soap bubbles, but she didn't seem to mind at all. She didn't really seem to mind [i]anything[/i].

Lacking her hoodie, though, one thing became incredibly apparent — this eight-year-old was [i]armed to the teeth[/i]. Across her back, with the handle over her right shoulder, was a long bowie knife that was practically a sword for a person her size, the hilt and crossguard sporting obvious technological measures above and beyond a knife meant to cut anything normal. Accompanying it was a combat knife on her left hip — the same one that she had showed Ayem earlier — shorter, but with the same design. Alongside that, on her right hip, two ballistic knives, two replacement blades, and four vials of strangely-colored chemicals, all in a neat row on her belt. And as if that wasn't enough, in her right back pocket was a butterfly knife that looked out of place only in that it looked [i]normal[/i] compared to the rest of her blades.

All total, this little girl had seven different ways to bifurcate things she didn't like.

[color=bc8dbf]"Hehehe~ Hahaha~"[/color] Still woozy from her trip through the whirly soap tunnel, Mary giggled innocently in her exhaustion. [color=bc8dbf]"Line-spacer~ Line-spacer~ We're gonna see the line-spa-GHHHHORK—"[/color]

...aaand promptly hocked up a good ounce of phlegm and blood out of nowhere. Shoes ruined in record time.

[sub][color=bc8dbf]"...Whoopsie..."[/color][/sub] Dizzily, she wiped her mouth with her sleeve, so now her shirt was dirty, too. It was becoming increasingly obvious how her previous clothes had ended up the way they did. [color=bc8dbf]"Line-spacer~"[/color] If nothing else, her rate of mental recovery was astounding to the point of reaching outright denial. [color=bc8dbf]"Is Grazie coming with us to the line-spacer, A.M.?"[/color] She asked the talltall lady expectantly, not thinking that anything was out of the ordinary about what Ayem, and very likely Grazia, was seeing at this point. [color=bc8dbf]"...Where'd she go?"[/color]