[center][b]Yume[/b][/center]

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[b]"Hey! Watch out! You’re traveling down too fast! Slow down!"[/b]

[b]"Thanks Nada,"[/b] Yume answered the glowing clockwork pixie. Next time, she’d just bring a lantern. At least she could see… kinda. Lots of rock.

[b]"Honey, you really should be more careful…"[/b]

[b]"[i]Thanks Mom![/i]"[/b] Yume shouted, sarcasm growing more impatient. [b]"Next time I go to buy bread, I’ll be sure to watch out for the [i]’Pitfall trap to hell’[/i] sign! Can’t you do that dream thing and whip us up a parachute!?"[/b]

[b]"It doesn’t really work that way, honey…"[/b]

[b]"[i]Of course[/i] it doesn’t…"[/b]

Yume’s eyes scanned the abyss. Lots of crap everywhere. Bricks from the road, a few market stalls, even the side of the bakery they were headed toward — sadly, no bread with it. Then, trees and clumps of dirt. Was it her imagination, or was the junk multiplying!?

[b]"Mmkay, I’ll figure out something."[/b]

Focusing in on the collapsed wall of the bakery, Yume held out a hand, glowing with a purple energy as her [Telepathy (Maximum, Concentration II)] pulled it just beneath the two silver-haired women. The wall croaked and moaned as it caught the air and slowed their fall, bits breaking off as bricks from above struck it like meteors.

Slowly but surely, their descent began to slow. At least until Yume noticed the giant shadow approaching, looking to see the massive, shelled monstrosity careening down like a building-sized bullet.

[b]"Eek!!"[/b]

[Concentration [s]Broken[/s] SHATTERED]

A good thing too, as the wall resumed falling just quick enough to evade the insta-kill: [i]just[/i] out of reach. For now.

Yume frantically waved her staff like a newspaper, as if it might paddle herself down just a bit faster. [b]"Someone [i]do something[/i], I can’t cast under these conditions!"[/b]

[b]"Yume, this monster looks dangerous!"[/b]

[b]"Shut up, Nada!"[/b]

[@CinderRadcliff]

Suddenly, the bug flinched, the side erupting into a series of cracks. Bullets!? Yume whipped around, catching sight of the storm trooper girl clinging to a tree. [b]"Miss, [i]help![/i] We’ve fallen into the wrong genre! Get us [i]out of here![/i]"[/b]

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