Gonna agree with the female chicken: that character is a nono.
Didn't we say somewhere explicitly that gravity manipulation is against the rules?
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Chess pieces? Well, they didn't seem to be something that one would naturally find out here, so the likelihood that they were in fact looking for these was pretty high. But still, trudging through a forest like that, even without getting attacked by Grimm, just for some chess pieces seemed wrong. Maybe she would have felt better about the whole thing had there been some real excitement in getting to them, but the pieces were a disappointment.
"Religious leaders and I don't get along. Queen it is," she said, eyeing the piece her partner had grabbed for them. "But why are there two?"
She was about to grab the other queen when another group showed up. The girl gave her a stank face for just a moment, but Coral saw it, and walked back over to her partner. Oh, she knew that look. It was on.
"Who's this, Schwarz?" Ugh that name was dumb, she'd have to come up with something else to call her. "Some sort of low-life, dim-witted stalker friend of yours? Want me to... deal with her?"
"Religious leaders and I don't get along. Queen it is," she said, eyeing the piece her partner had grabbed for them. "But why are there two?"
She was about to grab the other queen when another group showed up. The girl gave her a stank face for just a moment, but Coral saw it, and walked back over to her partner. Oh, she knew that look. It was on.
"Who's this, Schwarz?" Ugh that name was dumb, she'd have to come up with something else to call her. "Some sort of low-life, dim-witted stalker friend of yours? Want me to... deal with her?"
paigesweetheart said Occasionally she can be a little withdrawn into herself and can shift between being a quiet soft-spoken person...She is loud and friendly.
Your character has some inconsistencies.
Alright, so... I loved the post, harine, but... no. A few things:
It's specifically mentioned that young/weaker Grimm are much more reckless than their older/more experienced brethren. Roaring at them isn't going to make them run away. You're just projecting your emotions even louder, and your character reeks of desperation and hate... both delicious emotions.
Adrenaline is a wonderful thing, but your character has literally been leaping through trees this whole time. That's not a thing that humans do, and it's not something that a tiger Faunus does. Not to mention he lugs around the extra weight of his mask and his huge claws with their long, heavy chains. To then have the strength and perseverance to do all that fighting is too much. The Grimm would see that he was tired and pour it on.
You suffer from the Law of Inverse Ninjitsu trope. While you fight four enemies who conveniently attack in turn, all the other monsters leave you alone for... some reason. Because you yelled at them? I would understand if your character took on a Beowulf, and then another one, and then a Boartusk, and then a minor Ursa and managed to survive, but four at the same time while he's in a swath of them where "There were too many of them, with no end in sight?" No.
I would suggest a collaboration post with Zombehs. Keep the tiger roar; it should do nothing to the Grimm, but it can be a good method to call other groups to come assist you for the "boss battle." I do have to veto the post you have up now, though.
Zombeh, please do not respond to his post until things get fixed up.
It's specifically mentioned that young/weaker Grimm are much more reckless than their older/more experienced brethren. Roaring at them isn't going to make them run away. You're just projecting your emotions even louder, and your character reeks of desperation and hate... both delicious emotions.
Adrenaline is a wonderful thing, but your character has literally been leaping through trees this whole time. That's not a thing that humans do, and it's not something that a tiger Faunus does. Not to mention he lugs around the extra weight of his mask and his huge claws with their long, heavy chains. To then have the strength and perseverance to do all that fighting is too much. The Grimm would see that he was tired and pour it on.
You suffer from the Law of Inverse Ninjitsu trope. While you fight four enemies who conveniently attack in turn, all the other monsters leave you alone for... some reason. Because you yelled at them? I would understand if your character took on a Beowulf, and then another one, and then a Boartusk, and then a minor Ursa and managed to survive, but four at the same time while he's in a swath of them where "There were too many of them, with no end in sight?" No.
I would suggest a collaboration post with Zombehs. Keep the tiger roar; it should do nothing to the Grimm, but it can be a good method to call other groups to come assist you for the "boss battle." I do have to veto the post you have up now, though.
Zombeh, please do not respond to his post until things get fixed up.
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“Another dead-end, Two. I expected better from you.” Abby stared down at the Pikachu, his expression unreadable but missing his characteristic cocky grin. The object of his scrutiny fidgeted nervously before shrugging.
“Well, it’s all hearsay. We don’t know anything,” he said.
Abby sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. The Pancham had not provided him with anything of use: though she was nice enough, she knew nothing of the mysterious loss of Abby’s parents nor about the individual behind the strange things going on in the multiverse lately. Why his sources had thought someone so young and lost herself would know anything, he wasn’t sure, but he trusted them completely. They would never do anything to purposefully misguide him, so he took a second to let his tension pass. It was an honest mistake, anyone could make it. It took a moment, but when he reopened his eyes, his smirk had returned.
“Ah, it’s fine, just keep your eyes open. I know you won’t fail me.” He ruffled the tip of his friend’s ear for a moment, and got a twitch and a blush in return.
“Hey, stop it, M,” Two exclaimed, pulling away and flicking at his ear himself until he regained his composure. “Not cool, man, not cool.”
“Still not used to those ears? How long is it going to take?”
“I preferred to have a spike, man. This straight stuff cramps my style.” Two returned to the Abra and placed his head in his lap, gazing out from the Mystery Dungeon’s entrance into the woods outside. A minute of comfortable silence stretched between them until Abby stretched and shifted enough to get Two off of him, eventually standing and wrapping his cape back around his neck as he prepared to leave.
“Tell me if anything comes up. I’ll go see to our visitors and see what I can there,” Abby said, shooing the Pikachu back into the darkness.
“Well, it’s all hearsay. We don’t know anything,” he said.
Abby sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. The Pancham had not provided him with anything of use: though she was nice enough, she knew nothing of the mysterious loss of Abby’s parents nor about the individual behind the strange things going on in the multiverse lately. Why his sources had thought someone so young and lost herself would know anything, he wasn’t sure, but he trusted them completely. They would never do anything to purposefully misguide him, so he took a second to let his tension pass. It was an honest mistake, anyone could make it. It took a moment, but when he reopened his eyes, his smirk had returned.
“Ah, it’s fine, just keep your eyes open. I know you won’t fail me.” He ruffled the tip of his friend’s ear for a moment, and got a twitch and a blush in return.
“Hey, stop it, M,” Two exclaimed, pulling away and flicking at his ear himself until he regained his composure. “Not cool, man, not cool.”
“Still not used to those ears? How long is it going to take?”
“I preferred to have a spike, man. This straight stuff cramps my style.” Two returned to the Abra and placed his head in his lap, gazing out from the Mystery Dungeon’s entrance into the woods outside. A minute of comfortable silence stretched between them until Abby stretched and shifted enough to get Two off of him, eventually standing and wrapping his cape back around his neck as he prepared to leave.
“Tell me if anything comes up. I’ll go see to our visitors and see what I can there,” Abby said, shooing the Pikachu back into the darkness.
[collab with Forsythe]
Coral wasn’t a slow runner, at least. Not that she was top of her class or anything (hypothetically, of course: she’d never been part of a class), but she wasn’t unfit or anything, and if she were in the mood to waste her Aura, then she could have used her Semblance to go even faster. But with the threat of monsters attacking her randomly, she didn’t feel safe enough for that. So normal running speed it was!
She’d kept her senses alert in case anything decided to jump out at her, her Semblance on a hair trigger, but nothing had gotten in her way yet. The stupid Grimm were probably all too scared to try anything: after all, a tentacled monstrosity such as herself was not a common sight, and she’d probably give them indigestion if they ate her, anyway. Just to spite them.
And then she heard screaming and explosions and death above, and she slowed herself to a bewildered stall as a huge bird thing fell out of the sky, followed shortly by something that she could only assume was one of their classmates. Grimm didn’t use weapons, right? It was hard to tell, though, as the thing engaged in mortal combat had the same color scheme as that which she was mercilessly slaughtering. But it was yelling in rage things that sounded a bit like words, so, yeah, probably a person. She was certainly doing a piece on it, and apparently with no care for her surroundings: Coral stood just two yards away, and didn’t seem to have been noticed by either of them. Or maybe it was a Grimm, and didn’t think that her intense pleasure at watching something get torn apart before her was a delicious emotion. They only ate negative emotions, right, and joy was a positive one. She was so untasty right now.
It took the berserker a few minutes to realize that her target was dead, and when she did, she returned to normal-people mode and almost instantly noticed Coral. Their eyes locked, and the team was sealed. Well, at least it was a cool-as-heck Faunus who was fun to watch. She could have ended up with a worse teammate.
“Well! Did that thing call your mother a whore or something?” She smiled aggressively and kicked at the quickly-disappearing body.
"If it did I'd give it a medal, not a beating." Schwarz rolled her eyes, approaching the other student. Of course, she meant her step-mother. She has seen Faunus of many shapes and considered herself to be one that stood out the most, but this one was an entire league higher. Of course, being stuck home for most of her later years didn't give her much opportunity to see the world, but even among whom she saw on the airship...
Shaking her head to end her inner ramble, she offered her hand: "Looks like we'll be teammates. Schwarz Nacht, a pleasure," she introduced herself with a slight headnod.
"You too, eh? Though I'd probably just ask for directions. I don't have any medals on me." Coral had never actually met her parents, but her mother certainly had some explaining to do. Obviously there was some beastiality going on somewhere down the line, and someone needed a good talking-to about not screwing with future generations' genetics like that. Not cool, ancestor, not cool.
"And I'm Coral. And yes, a pleasure. I like your work!" She looked her new partner up and down, noting the wings and the weapon and the odd uniform. Were those initials on the collar? A rich family, then. The weapon didn't look cheap, either. Well, she supposed that that might not be a bad thing, since she'd come with no money herself. Maybe having a partner with some would be useful.
"So... was that your Semblance? You become a Grimm?"
"Coral." she tried how the name flowed off of her tongue, "Short enough to call out in battle, good. You get off without a nickname." Schwarz grinned, knowing well what terrible nicknames she could give. "Work?" She said quizzicaly before realizing she was talking about her violent murder of the nevermore. "Oh, oh no I just got angry and... wait, did you say like?" her eyebrows shot up. She withdrew her hand as it was still ignored, checking it was actually still there and not lying in a pool of her blood on the ground.
"And don't call me that! Or I'll get angry again." she said, her eyes gaining a strangely hollow look. "And sort of..." she said, breathing out to focus. Now with focus and control outside of a fight, it was easy enough to activate the semblence within a second. "I may look like a Grimm, but I'm not really one." she said, swinging her arm and making it pass through a nearby tree. She felt as if the log bumped into her, but the shadow that made her didn't even deform. "I'm intangible to anything that is not a grimm, and, well, I melt them away." she shrugged and dropped back to her usual form. "What about you?"
Haha she'd made Birdy uncomfortable. Coral watched Schwarz' expression turn and her hand retract, and it only made her smile wider. A hypocrite, then? That worked just as well, though Coral admitted to herself that she would have prefered someone just like her, someone who wouldn't look down on her for actually enjoying such glorious art. But at least she'd still see something often enough, and she could deflect criticism with this fun little incident.
Oh, but now it was time to show off Semblances! Coral activated hers, approaching in stealth right next to Schwarz as she showed off her interesting little trick. She could wave her arm through the tree? Interesting, indeed. Did that then mean that Coral's knives would go through her? Time to test it.
The knives rotated in their holster until they silently unlocked. Coral's clone continued standing by, acting interested in Schwarz' demonstration. The knives rose to her hands, and Coral was about to take a swipe with them when her new partner returned to normal form. She stopped herself in time, and instead decided to have fun showing off, herself. She brought one of her knife claws up right under Schwarz' chin and let her clone speak.
"Oh, well I was already using my Semblance." The clone disappeared into smoke, and Coral appeared at the same time.
"Boo."
"That's handy. And so not fun to be a target of." the swan hissed, glaring it's bretheren at the dagger pressed to her chin. "By the way, I can still feel everything as the shadow, so don't even think about it." she warned, even though she probably wouldn't be able to retaliate at all if Coral went through with what Schwarz thought she was doing. Unless one could call agonized gasps fighting back.
She slapped the hand holding the weapon away from her. "Anyway, relics. I was heading north when that thing spotted me, I think I saw some old buildings there. It could be it." she shrugged, waiting for Inksac to take the lead. She wasn't certain how to handle this person. Coral seemed like the kind that didn't care for refined behavior and if anything might make fun of her for it.
"Just a fair warning, my defense is to kill them all before they kill me. I'm a sort of a mix between a mage and swordswoman so I can support your charge, as long as you don't expect me to take a hit for you." she shared how her fighting style was, not feeling the necessity to share much more about herself for now.
"Awwww, that's not too useful then, is it?" The knives returned to their sheathe and Coral took the lead in the direction she'd been heading before. "You just get all monochrome and glowy? Lame." There had to be something more to the semblance than that, right? Sure, phasing through things might be nice (but if she could feel it, what would that be like?), but Coral couldn't really see the use of a Semblance that did nothing but make you look scary. Maybe she intimidated that bird to death.
But that sounded like a good defense. Killing things first... well it had always worked for Coral. She withdrew the little computer thingy that they'd given her last night and glanced at the information shown there. Already hers had linked up with her partner's, showing their respective aura. It looked like Schwarz was, regardless of what she said, probably the less fragile of the two. "We'll have to duel some time to see each other's strengths and weaknesses."
"Did you miss the part where I said it melts Grimm away?" Schwarz rolled her eyes. "You could take a swing and it would leave a gash, I could take a swing and wipe out half of an ursa or mroe if I put my mind to it." she said, keeping to herself that putting her mind into it seemed to be a very difficult thing to do in an actual fight. "At least it's not wussing out and hiding in a shadow." she shot back, her eyebrows quirking in a challenging expression.
Then Coral suggested they spar later. "Oh you're on, but first things first. Shall we?" she asked, nodding deeper into the forest.
Coral wasn’t a slow runner, at least. Not that she was top of her class or anything (hypothetically, of course: she’d never been part of a class), but she wasn’t unfit or anything, and if she were in the mood to waste her Aura, then she could have used her Semblance to go even faster. But with the threat of monsters attacking her randomly, she didn’t feel safe enough for that. So normal running speed it was!
She’d kept her senses alert in case anything decided to jump out at her, her Semblance on a hair trigger, but nothing had gotten in her way yet. The stupid Grimm were probably all too scared to try anything: after all, a tentacled monstrosity such as herself was not a common sight, and she’d probably give them indigestion if they ate her, anyway. Just to spite them.
And then she heard screaming and explosions and death above, and she slowed herself to a bewildered stall as a huge bird thing fell out of the sky, followed shortly by something that she could only assume was one of their classmates. Grimm didn’t use weapons, right? It was hard to tell, though, as the thing engaged in mortal combat had the same color scheme as that which she was mercilessly slaughtering. But it was yelling in rage things that sounded a bit like words, so, yeah, probably a person. She was certainly doing a piece on it, and apparently with no care for her surroundings: Coral stood just two yards away, and didn’t seem to have been noticed by either of them. Or maybe it was a Grimm, and didn’t think that her intense pleasure at watching something get torn apart before her was a delicious emotion. They only ate negative emotions, right, and joy was a positive one. She was so untasty right now.
It took the berserker a few minutes to realize that her target was dead, and when she did, she returned to normal-people mode and almost instantly noticed Coral. Their eyes locked, and the team was sealed. Well, at least it was a cool-as-heck Faunus who was fun to watch. She could have ended up with a worse teammate.
“Well! Did that thing call your mother a whore or something?” She smiled aggressively and kicked at the quickly-disappearing body.
"If it did I'd give it a medal, not a beating." Schwarz rolled her eyes, approaching the other student. Of course, she meant her step-mother. She has seen Faunus of many shapes and considered herself to be one that stood out the most, but this one was an entire league higher. Of course, being stuck home for most of her later years didn't give her much opportunity to see the world, but even among whom she saw on the airship...
Shaking her head to end her inner ramble, she offered her hand: "Looks like we'll be teammates. Schwarz Nacht, a pleasure," she introduced herself with a slight headnod.
"You too, eh? Though I'd probably just ask for directions. I don't have any medals on me." Coral had never actually met her parents, but her mother certainly had some explaining to do. Obviously there was some beastiality going on somewhere down the line, and someone needed a good talking-to about not screwing with future generations' genetics like that. Not cool, ancestor, not cool.
"And I'm Coral. And yes, a pleasure. I like your work!" She looked her new partner up and down, noting the wings and the weapon and the odd uniform. Were those initials on the collar? A rich family, then. The weapon didn't look cheap, either. Well, she supposed that that might not be a bad thing, since she'd come with no money herself. Maybe having a partner with some would be useful.
"So... was that your Semblance? You become a Grimm?"
"Coral." she tried how the name flowed off of her tongue, "Short enough to call out in battle, good. You get off without a nickname." Schwarz grinned, knowing well what terrible nicknames she could give. "Work?" She said quizzicaly before realizing she was talking about her violent murder of the nevermore. "Oh, oh no I just got angry and... wait, did you say like?" her eyebrows shot up. She withdrew her hand as it was still ignored, checking it was actually still there and not lying in a pool of her blood on the ground.
"And don't call me that! Or I'll get angry again." she said, her eyes gaining a strangely hollow look. "And sort of..." she said, breathing out to focus. Now with focus and control outside of a fight, it was easy enough to activate the semblence within a second. "I may look like a Grimm, but I'm not really one." she said, swinging her arm and making it pass through a nearby tree. She felt as if the log bumped into her, but the shadow that made her didn't even deform. "I'm intangible to anything that is not a grimm, and, well, I melt them away." she shrugged and dropped back to her usual form. "What about you?"
Haha she'd made Birdy uncomfortable. Coral watched Schwarz' expression turn and her hand retract, and it only made her smile wider. A hypocrite, then? That worked just as well, though Coral admitted to herself that she would have prefered someone just like her, someone who wouldn't look down on her for actually enjoying such glorious art. But at least she'd still see something often enough, and she could deflect criticism with this fun little incident.
Oh, but now it was time to show off Semblances! Coral activated hers, approaching in stealth right next to Schwarz as she showed off her interesting little trick. She could wave her arm through the tree? Interesting, indeed. Did that then mean that Coral's knives would go through her? Time to test it.
The knives rotated in their holster until they silently unlocked. Coral's clone continued standing by, acting interested in Schwarz' demonstration. The knives rose to her hands, and Coral was about to take a swipe with them when her new partner returned to normal form. She stopped herself in time, and instead decided to have fun showing off, herself. She brought one of her knife claws up right under Schwarz' chin and let her clone speak.
"Oh, well I was already using my Semblance." The clone disappeared into smoke, and Coral appeared at the same time.
"Boo."
"That's handy. And so not fun to be a target of." the swan hissed, glaring it's bretheren at the dagger pressed to her chin. "By the way, I can still feel everything as the shadow, so don't even think about it." she warned, even though she probably wouldn't be able to retaliate at all if Coral went through with what Schwarz thought she was doing. Unless one could call agonized gasps fighting back.
She slapped the hand holding the weapon away from her. "Anyway, relics. I was heading north when that thing spotted me, I think I saw some old buildings there. It could be it." she shrugged, waiting for Inksac to take the lead. She wasn't certain how to handle this person. Coral seemed like the kind that didn't care for refined behavior and if anything might make fun of her for it.
"Just a fair warning, my defense is to kill them all before they kill me. I'm a sort of a mix between a mage and swordswoman so I can support your charge, as long as you don't expect me to take a hit for you." she shared how her fighting style was, not feeling the necessity to share much more about herself for now.
"Awwww, that's not too useful then, is it?" The knives returned to their sheathe and Coral took the lead in the direction she'd been heading before. "You just get all monochrome and glowy? Lame." There had to be something more to the semblance than that, right? Sure, phasing through things might be nice (but if she could feel it, what would that be like?), but Coral couldn't really see the use of a Semblance that did nothing but make you look scary. Maybe she intimidated that bird to death.
But that sounded like a good defense. Killing things first... well it had always worked for Coral. She withdrew the little computer thingy that they'd given her last night and glanced at the information shown there. Already hers had linked up with her partner's, showing their respective aura. It looked like Schwarz was, regardless of what she said, probably the less fragile of the two. "We'll have to duel some time to see each other's strengths and weaknesses."
"Did you miss the part where I said it melts Grimm away?" Schwarz rolled her eyes. "You could take a swing and it would leave a gash, I could take a swing and wipe out half of an ursa or mroe if I put my mind to it." she said, keeping to herself that putting her mind into it seemed to be a very difficult thing to do in an actual fight. "At least it's not wussing out and hiding in a shadow." she shot back, her eyebrows quirking in a challenging expression.
Then Coral suggested they spar later. "Oh you're on, but first things first. Shall we?" she asked, nodding deeper into the forest.
Soooo, I still want Abby to run into everyone in the mystery dungeon, but that means that in the meantime he's just kinds chilling. I can disentangle him from the Pancham, but I've got nothing for him until y'all get moving. SO, in the interest of not growing super bored: do we have a timeline on getting out of the library? :D
Coral glared at the morning haze that lingered over the forest that they'd soon be wading through. Yay, trees... trees weren't really her thing. Why not do this sort of thing somewhere equal opportunity, like underwater? No one would have problems with that, surely. At least, no one who mattered.
Random teams worked for her as well as anything else. It wasn't like she knew anyone here, anyway, and this way people who were already buddy-buddy from going to the same school or whatever wouldn't have an unfair advantage over poor friendless people like herself. Yes, it was only fair for things to work this way, and all of those friendly people with friends already? Yeah, they could go die.
By being flung by a catapult. She hadn't been expecting that one. Sure, she'd come without doing much research on whatever initiation Beacon might have, but wasn't that a bit strange? Why not just drop them at the foot of the cliff? Wouldn't that do the same thing without also threatening to smash them into airships? Well, she certainly wasn't going to chance running into off-course air traffic. Her pad made an alarming clack noise, and she crouched down to hopefully absorb some of the shock of getting flung into the air.
The instant acceleration tore at her skin and it took her a few moments to realize that her vision had gone completely black. Apparently the brain needed blood to function properly, and the Gs of being thrown into the air made that a bit difficult. Thank goodness she hadn't gone limp, but certainly there were better ways to do this whole thing. Her vision returned shortly, but she was still moving incredibly fast, and at a high altitude. This simply would not do. She activated her semblance for a moment, teleporting herself as far downward as she could, her clone lasting just a second before dissipating into a puff of smoke. Good, she was closer to the ground, and she'd lost all of her momentum by transferring it to the clone. Now to get the rest of the way to the ground: it was as simple as waiting for the ground to get within range and then teleporting down again, and she was back on solid ground.
Coral let out the breath she'd been holding as she dropped the last two feet she'd left herself for safety's sake. Sure, the forest wasn't great, but it was better than the air. So, part one was done: don't die, check. Now she had to find a relic and look at someone. That seemed easy enough. The morning sun was in that direction, so the ruins would be that way. She probably had farther to go than everyone else, since she had brought herself down so soon, so she set off at a run. No way was she going to be the last one there.
Random teams worked for her as well as anything else. It wasn't like she knew anyone here, anyway, and this way people who were already buddy-buddy from going to the same school or whatever wouldn't have an unfair advantage over poor friendless people like herself. Yes, it was only fair for things to work this way, and all of those friendly people with friends already? Yeah, they could go die.
By being flung by a catapult. She hadn't been expecting that one. Sure, she'd come without doing much research on whatever initiation Beacon might have, but wasn't that a bit strange? Why not just drop them at the foot of the cliff? Wouldn't that do the same thing without also threatening to smash them into airships? Well, she certainly wasn't going to chance running into off-course air traffic. Her pad made an alarming clack noise, and she crouched down to hopefully absorb some of the shock of getting flung into the air.
The instant acceleration tore at her skin and it took her a few moments to realize that her vision had gone completely black. Apparently the brain needed blood to function properly, and the Gs of being thrown into the air made that a bit difficult. Thank goodness she hadn't gone limp, but certainly there were better ways to do this whole thing. Her vision returned shortly, but she was still moving incredibly fast, and at a high altitude. This simply would not do. She activated her semblance for a moment, teleporting herself as far downward as she could, her clone lasting just a second before dissipating into a puff of smoke. Good, she was closer to the ground, and she'd lost all of her momentum by transferring it to the clone. Now to get the rest of the way to the ground: it was as simple as waiting for the ground to get within range and then teleporting down again, and she was back on solid ground.
Coral let out the breath she'd been holding as she dropped the last two feet she'd left herself for safety's sake. Sure, the forest wasn't great, but it was better than the air. So, part one was done: don't die, check. Now she had to find a relic and look at someone. That seemed easy enough. The morning sun was in that direction, so the ruins would be that way. She probably had farther to go than everyone else, since she had brought herself down so soon, so she set off at a run. No way was she going to be the last one there.
I think that we've lost Rabbit, so that puts us back at an even number if you were counting her.
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