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[color=778899]“O-oh,”[/color] Amaryllis replied, the wind taken out of her sails. [color=778899]“No phone. Mm, that’s alright then. See you around, Rina.”[/color]

With robotic movements, the Knight of Rose turned around as well, descending into the shadows of the alleyway before majestically…SPRINTING THE FUCK AWAY. AHHHH SHIT SHE TOTALLY ACTED LIKE A PRISSY RICH BITCH, WAVING AROUND HER IPHONE X HUH!? UGH SHE COULD SO EASILY REMEMBER THE DISDAIN AND DISGUST ON RINA’S FACE. NO, EVEN WORSE, BOTH HER OPTIONS WERE CONDESCENDING TO BEGIN WITH. DAMMIT, IF ONLY SHE ASKED RINA WHERE IT’D BE CONVENIENT TO MEET INSTEAD. NO, WAIT, EVEN BETTER, SHE SHOULD HAVE GAVE RINA HER PHONE AND THEN JUST STRIVED TO CALL HER THROUGH SKYPE OR SOMETHING. GODDAMNITTTTTTTT.

Incredible speed propelled her through streets filled with folk, and, for a moment there, Penrose City was filled with blurry photos of a purported ‘Sonic the Hedgehog’.

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After she had ran her fill of shame and embarrassment, Amaryllis snuck into an alleyway and shifted back to her civilian outfit, cheeks still flushed with the massively destructive social faux pas she had just committed. Her Sword hadn’t been all that pleased with the fruitless running as well, prodding her heaving sides as if to ask why she’d expend so much energy pointlessly. But Amaryllis ignored the Sword, and instead rematerialized her large backpack, pushing her way into a nearby Starbucks. Sitting down without ordering a coffee, she drew out her laptop and popped it open, the bitten peach flashing over a dark screen before loading up to an innocuous background.

Hunching her shoulders, the bespectacled girl began to browse, accessing an internet that did not actually exist. Though her mastery over gymnastics was fun and her superpowers were great, it was the unlimited, omnipresent wi-fi capabilities of her magical laptop that was the greatest perk she could get. With that, she began scrolling through news sites, first checking through a quick scan of major news sites before checking out more personal ones. The majority of the information was still speculative, investigations not leading up to anything at all outside of the suggestions of mass hallucinations, but one site in particular stood out: a small blog called the Penrose Independent. Whereas the major news outlets stated still that the causes were being investigated and other tabloid sites were already speculating on falsehoods, that particular news article spoke of an ‘underground pipe explosion’, something that definitely could not have happened from circumstantial evidence.

Amaryllis narrowed her eyes, read further, and then stumbled upon it. The Penrose Preternatural, penned by Charlotte Suthers. A news site for the magical underside of Penrose. Independent from Beacon. Perfect.

Before she could doubt herself further, the bespectacled girl shot a quick message to the writer of the article, and then left to buy a hot chocolate.

[quote=Rose]Hi Charlotte. 
I was there. Let's meet for a chat.[/quote]
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