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Phoenix Wing --> Train Station

"T-ten minutes?" Trinity blinked wearily at Fleo as she mentioned their time limit. "It's too early to be in such a hurry... uhg." She groans and conjures her bow and quiver, seeing where it was going. The station was all the way on the other side of town, there was no way she was going to make it in time walking. Or even running. No, she'd have to hitch a ride with someone or fly. The minstrel follows Fleo outside and slaps her cheeks to wake up. "Bwah. H'okay." She takes a few deep breaths, pumping breath into her body to wake herself up faster.

She waited for Ariel to figure out her own transportation before she nodded to her, seeing she had her own way of going. "Alright, then. Since everyone's got their own way..." She takes a final breath, more of a huff than anything else, really, before she holds out her hand. "Net Arrow: Parachute." Riding the wind through town was a bit too dangerous for her liking. She'd have to navigate her way through the streets at high speeds, and avoid running into people and objects in the street. She'd almost run into several street posts yesterday. She needed enough wind to lift her clear off the ground and into the air... "A tornado in my hand. Wind Arrow." The arrows materialize between her fingers, and she aims carefully. "I'll meet you guys there, then."

She fires off her arrow into the air and it transforms after some distance. She grabs the attached rope as she draws her wind arrow, groaning to herself. She really wished she could do this another way... but, it would be better for her not to think too hard about that. She releases her wind arrow and gets a quick running start with the rope. As the parachute pulls her into the air, she runs up a set of nearby boxes and leaps into the air. It pulls her away. "Net Arrow: Parachute!" She watches below her for the train station, releasing the rope when she's about overhead, and firing the next arrow off. She catches the rope quickly, drifting back to the ground, hanging off a rope. "I really aught to find a better way to get around," the minstrel sighs as she clings to the rope, though... oh, dear. "Aaaaah..." She lands on the roof of the ticket booth, rolling as she makes contact and dispersing her parachute. She walks to the edge of the roof and looks down. "Dammit. I'll just have to lower myself, huh?" She grabs the edge of the roof, crouching and turning down before hopping back. She swings down, planting her feet against the side of the building before jumping down. 

She looks around, adjusting her quiver. "Is anyone else here already...?"
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