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Goofiness. 

Dustiness.

Ridiculousness.

To be fucking around in the woods, where there were witch covens and ghosts and little goblins that ate white children...

She had thought this mission would be about killing another giant Grimm. Clearly Lauren had expected too much from her team, all of whom universally regarded seasoning as she regarded the occult, and all of whom seemed perfectly comfortable with this rank fuckery of the very first house, of the first and second cause. No doubt it seemed like a perfectly good idea to Ben, who had grown up in these woods while avoiding any instances of baby snatching or having sperm extracted for homunculi or any such shit. At least, as far as he'd told them. Sangue was a feral child, so she would probably fit in fine here too. But Amy and Lauren, both city girls, were going to be at a disadvantage as they yearned for anything but haunted-ass woods.

At least, Lauren yearned for anything but haunted-ass woods. Reflecting, she thought to herself that it was lucky she'd brought Hautdesert along on this mission - even though she had yet to debut it, walking barehanded with a pack slung over her shoulder. 

[color=8882be][i]I'll tear this whole fucking forest down, Cap be damned. Fuck an ent or a goblin or a Lorax.[/i][/color]

Fuck, she'd need a whole weekend of unwinding after this. If she wasn't going to find some manner of wild threesome-centric detox in the dorm, maybe a call to her other main bitch would do the trick. She had options at Beacon. 

Options like not being fucking possessed or ghouled upon.

What was she supposed to do, talk? Talking would alleviate her [b][i]mild[/i][/b] anxiety, but the ones who talked too much always bit it in the movies, too. Her blackness was already a stat handicap she'd had to survive with police and their brewery mission. When would her luck run out?

[color=8882be][i]Oh, fuck this.[/i][/color]

[color=8882be]"So, Cap!"[/color] the right flank crowed, grinning amiably as she nudged him in his own right flank. [color=8882be]"You were born in one of these trees, huh? Which part of the forest do they pluck the little white babies from? No wonder you never saw a black girl in a place like this. I'm surprised that people don't fuck squirrels out here."[/color]

Her eyes shifted from the treeline to the back of Ben's head.

[color=8882be]"They...don't, right?"[/color]