Beuce had stayed out of the direct fighting for the beginning. He hadn't met most of these people, so he was attempting to size them up while the others fought. This worked for a minute until the current reigning lead tossed her disc at him. It was a perfectly aimed shot, aimed right at the man's chest. Beuce made an attempt to deflect the oncoming projectile, but managed to fail spectacularly at doing so. He disc went straight past his defenses, slammed into his chest, and deflected back to its owner. She was now at four points, but that gave him an idea. It would only work once, and might actually end up making things harder for them, but it was a pretty good chance to close the gap. Beuce tossed the disc up in the air as if to test its weight, and found it surprisingly aerodynamic. Though, that didn't really matter right this second. Beuce threw his disc at cat to attempt to get her off of Kaida for the moment, but the second the identity disc left his hands, he bolted across the field. No disc in hand, and running in a straight line, he made himself an incredibly easy target. Anora, Eon, and Etrius all threw their discs at him nearly simultaneously, hoping to gain a huge advantage. However, just before the discs made contact, Beuce kicked forward off the ground, performing a spin in mid air. There were two reasons for this. One was so that he could catch the disc that had come returning to him. The second, was to avoid being hit. With such a linear movement, all three of them had the aim to hit him, but light radiated from the man, and spiraled out. As it reached about a meter from him, it hardened and spun around him once, knocking aside all three discs in one fell swoop. The hard light wasn't sturdy enough to deflect a solid melee hit, but it batted aside most projectiles with ease. Caught off guard by the unexpected block, Anora failed to catch her disc, fumbling it to the ground. Beuce hadn't quite planned for that to happen, but it was a welcome surprise. Beuce was now right on top of the girl ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). There was no rule saying that they had to throw the disc. As long as they got a hit in, it counted. Beuce raised his disc and brought it down straight through Anora's shoulder. On the way back up, he raked it across her chest. She quickly bent down to pick up her disc to defend. She thrust it forward at him directly from the ground, but he was no longer there. Only pink cherry blossoms to contrast the neon blue atmosphere floated in the air, and a third hit across her stomach. Beuce leaped back and gave one final toss of the disc at the girl's back before she realized he'd gone behind her. That was about all he was going to be able to get out of that play. He was only able to hit her so easily because she'd lost her bearings from him engaging in melee. Plus, Any longer in that situation and not only would she be able to fight back, but the others on her team would back her up, and he'd have to devote too much attention to his fight to be able to defend against them. Nevertheless, he'd managed to bash down Anora's entire lead she'd built up, and gain one himself. Now he just needed to work on keeping it. Beuce -1, +1, +4 Anora +1, -4 Cat -1 TOTALS: Beuce: 4 Luna: 0 Ignis: 1 Kaida: 0 Etrius: 0 Anora: 0 Cat: -3 Eon: -2 EXP total: 60 Post 7/10
Dragons Name: Rovagug The Undying Dragons Age: 1,445 Dragons Gender: Male Dragons Appearance: ~ Dragons Size: 390 feet long Dragon Strength to Magic: 10 - 10 Dragons Personality: Said to be the ultimate dragon, Rovagug rests within a mountain at the top of the world. Seemingly the only dragon in the world with no interest in the stone, he only wants one thing. A pact partner worthy of his power. Yet...What is considered "worthy" is arbitrary at best, impossible at worst. No one has even come close to meeting his conditions, which he refuses to divulge. He states that if they need to be told what it is, then they've already failed. After over a millennia of trying, people have all but given up, yet he still refuses to lower his unreasonable standards. Pact Price: None Anything else: None
Beuce looked around at the city. It was an odd thing to see. It was clearly nighttime. In fact, there didn't really seem to be a sky. Yet, the entire city before them was brilliant lit up with neon lights, making something of an ambient blue glow around the entire place. In addition, this seemed to be one of the worlds where their attire changed simply from entering. Beuce's outfit was fairly similar, but had a darker color scheme, rimmed with similar neon blue lights that were found around the city. "I can't honestly say. It looks like some kind of techno city...If we're going to find the password, i guess we can't do much but explore."
Luther chuckled at this man's speech. They'd been assembled here to play the background role. One that was just as important as those in the spotlight, but were never seen for it. It might be able to rid him of this godforsaken boredom. Besides, he'd never been afraid to get his hands dirty before, and he wasn't about to start now. In a fight, you only had one goal, and that was to kill your opponent. If you died because you were unwilling to let go of some kind of sense of honor you had, then people might remember you well. Though, he'd much prefer the second option. Letting go of that and walking away to remember it yourself. "If things are really in such a shoddy state as you say, then I suppose we don't really have much choice but to help. If we don't, it'll reach us eventually anyway." He said with a slight nonchalance in his voice. "Besides, it might be interesting to find out what the people who made it this bad are like."
Beuce breathed a sigh of relief when they were transported away from their world. They'd passed the first part of the test. Though, he noticed two things were amiss. One, they weren't back in Shibuya, where they'd arrived the first time. Second, they were missing people. Their group seemed to be down a few people. Before he had time to really take things into account more, an unfamiliar voice began to blare over the PA. When they were called yoctagrams, Beuce made a self conscious face and looked down, pulling out the front of his pants slightly as if to reaffirm something to himself. "Yoctagram is a bit of an exaggeration..." He muttered. As the announcement continued, it was revealed that whoever was speaking was their new game master. It was at this point Beuce realized something was gravely wrong. One of the conditions was that the girl from the order was to be the one giving them the test. If someone else had stepped in and removed her, then it could only spell bad news. "I think this might be a bit harder than the last time. She wanted us to win. This guy clearly doesn't." Beuce said to the rest of the group. When the numbers started, Beuce began to keep track of them in his head. He rolled around a few different possible meanings for them ,and eventually came to the conclusion that the simplest answer was probably right. About halfway through, he figured out what they meant and began to piece together number strings to names for a bit. As it turned out, he wasn't the only one who figured it out as AJ announced the answer to the rest of the group. As people began to go and find their partners, it became apparent what was going on. Most people had nearly never spoken to their partner more than once or twice. They were being paired with the person they had the least experience working with. Ignis approached him, announcing they would be a team for now. He nodded in acknowledgement. "Looks that way. It'll be good working with you." Seeming to have something rather urgent to say, he ended the conversation there and approached AJ. "You ought to hope that's the case. There's thirteen of us right now. That leads to an odd number, but 'X' seems a little ominous given the circumstances. One of Yue's conditions was that we were the only ones allowed to enter the test, but she's not our game master anymore either. If one rule was broken...Who's to say another one couldn't? If there's someone else among us, put here by him, it can only be bad. If you get a partner, don't trust them. Treat them every second like they'll tab you in the back, because if you don't, they might." The man said, concluding his warning. "Now that the heavy stuff is out of the way...." He walked over to Base and wrapped his glass arm around his shoulder and put him in something of a headlock. "You son of a *****. When did you get back? I haven't seen you since wasteland." He said, clearly happy to see the man.
spending 20 crowns on strength and 20 crowns on mahou making 50 each
Beuce looked as both Stratos and Aislinn summoned up all their power and launched miniature suns at the duo of heartless which exploded in a massive burst of radiance. Meanwhile, Steel and Ananta seemed to have grown in synergy and were doing some form of combo attack with one another, and Luna seemed to have something up her sleeve to boot. "I guess we're doing this now." Not one to be left out, Beuce looked to Stratos. He'd be okay with it. Probably. Call it a hunch. "This is going to sound really weird, but let me borrow you for a second." He placed the magical end of his keyblade against the boy's chest. A sphere of light shone around the tip, and a spark burst out. As he retracted his keyblade, a heart was floating beside it, which promptly drained into Beuce. The color seemed to sweep away from his clothes, and color themselves back in as though being painted. Beuce, now that he'd fully gathered his power, began to use it. He took aim with his rifle, and let all he'd built up flow out. Wind momentarily blew out of him as two auras, one red and one blue, emerged from him. Gradually, they merged together, and Beuce pulled the trigger. A similarly colored light emerged from the barrel, and the amalgamation of physical and magical in its strongest form was fired from the end of his gun at their enemies. Beuce used Stratos to go into blot form (thinner mode}, Used Dichromatic Resonance, and combo'd
Beuce used a combo
Beuce, building up power, used his combo.
Beuce Combo'd
Beuce combo'd
Beuce, through his magnified perspective, began firing a barrage of shots from his key-rifle at the volcano lord Beuce Combo'd
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Seeing the world around him grow, Beuce gave a high pitched sigh of disappointment. He knew it was bound to happen eventually, but that didn't make it any less inconvenient. So, making the best use of the time in which his stature and offensive capabilities were limited, Beuce aimed his key-rifle at the fiery heartless. He took a deep breath and concentrated. Space began to distort itself between his line of vision and his target. Whatever attack he used next was certain to hit the most optimal location it possibly could. Beuce used Magnify
Beuce used Curaga on Stratos
A little baffled at why his Ice attack didn't seem to quite pack the punch he was expecting, the wielder shrugged it off and took note for next time. Now, Beuce, being the good and helpful person he was, decided there was no better way to help the team than with a summon! And so, he gathered up his magic and called forth one of the most powerful summons he could. Though, whether or not this was a good thing was up for debate. A new smoke began to fill the air, but it wasn't black and filled with ash like the ones from the flames. This smoke was purple. And on the largest billow of it, two eyes and a toothy grin appeared. The smoke cleared to reveal this belonged to a cat. More specifically, the head of a cat with its decapitated body standing atop it. "Been a while, hasn't it?" The cat said to his summoner who looked at it with a tad bit of distaste. "Not long enough..."
Beuce looked at his allies as they battled the two heartless of opposed elements. Stratos, though it may not have been the strongest thing he could do, was pelting the ice-themed one with fire. Most would see this as simply exploiting the elemental weakness of the creature, but Beuce knew what was really up. He was trying to obtain the same power he was using. That kid was really something. He drew in everything around him and made it his own. Though all the different colors he'd taken in were muddled and sloppy looking at first, eventually they would come together and mix properly to make the purest black. Stratos had gotten off to a rough start, but God help No Heart when he reach his full potential. Breaking himself out of his thought, Beuce fired a buckshot of ice at the fire themed heartless. Beuce used Blizzara
Beuce glared at the insane man at the top of Notre Dame. "Well, I might not be a god, but I'm the host for five so I'd say that makes me qualified to judge that fruitcake." He said out loud to no one in particular. Before that though, he turned to the heartless in front of him. He saw no reason not to go all out from the starting line, so he charged up his gun with a brilliant light energy. With each shot he fired, a brilliant pillar of light emerged at the fire lord. Though they passed over it, as it was not a solid force, the heartless didn't seem at all undamaged. "This shouldn't be too hard if we keep it up. Keep going!" He called out to his allies, though two of them were unable to hear him. "Uh...Telephone that for me, would ya?" Beuce used Faith
At first it was small, an unnoticed change in the large warehouse filled with combat. A small page floated through the air and levitated around the center of the room. Then another followed, and another. Soon, there was a whirlwind of paper that joined together, bound by a black leather spine which fabricated itself from nothing when all the pages were assembled. "̟͚̗͚͚͈̦̝́̌ͨ̿͒͂̂ͤ̚̕A͆ͬ͐͡͏̸͎͉̲̱ş̺̊̿͊͜͠s̷̨͕͎͇͖͙̪̤̍̅e̷͇̩͚̝̝ͦ̅̿͑ͨͮ͠͝m̶̙͓͕̼ͤ͌ͧͯ̑b̻̫̈́̎̀͢l̠̭͌ͨ̔̓͢͟͞e̷͊̋̈̅͜͏̝͎̩,̣̬̳̠̫̰̹̌͆̍̐̽͋ͬ͘͟ ̡̟̳̟̰̰̱͍̝͚͛̃͑̔̓ͮ͜p̶ͬ̀͐͌̍ͧ̐̚͏͚͔͉͈̞͕ͅẫͯͯ̈͏̨͖̗ǧͮ͊̇̆̾҉̶̡͙͍̙̘̙e̜ͧͬ̊͡s̢̥͎̱̒͌͋̆̄̑͑̑͠ ̹̔͋̚w̞͊̾̓̾͂͠h̭̯͕͑͗͆ͪͣͩ̈̕̕ï̴͎̱͓̭͚̯̮̰̼̽́̌̑̆̂͟͞c̴̗͍̐̆̈́̓ͭ̿̿͝ḧ̷̯̞̘̯̻̗͕̜́͜͡ͅ ͕͛̆ͯ̊́w̨̟̼̍̃ͧ̈̾̚r̢̩̻͕̲͎̹ͨ̈͌ͪ͐́͂ì̵̖̖͓͙͍̫͈ͯ̿ͬ͋̔́t͓̭̭̙ͭ͂̂͝ẹ̪̜͈ͫ͋̓́̔ͭ̆̓ ̙̞̼͔̘̭̪ͤͤc̶͔̙̬̝̦̞̩͒̈ͣ̀͘r̂̓̊̄̎͏͓̤̼̞̘̝̠̕e̵̟͙̒̋͗̽̄͢ą̵̠͇͙̲̣̤͔̰͐̒̊̓ͧ̅̎̈́̚͠ṯ̫̣̞̻̑ͯ̐ͣ͝i̷̝͙͔̣͉̥̗̍̑ͩ͡o̴̵̝̠̬͖̻̱̓̉ͭ́n̷̯͙̪͍̥͖̬͕͒̀̉̈̋̆́͘"̸̙̰̪̲̫̈͋ A voice distorted almost beyond recognition echoed out from the book. It was an unpleasant sound to say the least, and grated on the ears of those who heard it. It wasn't long before it was revealed what this book was. When it took it's human form, it was reveal that it was a weapon. A woman dressed entirely in black, a blindfold tied tight around her eyes. She turned her head toward the people with knives, and touched her hand to her arm. Where she touched, skin turned to paper and lifted up, though leaving no less of the woman behind than had been there before. "ͪ҉͎̲̝̦̱̘͙ͅF̖̮̍̓ͬ̈͒͋͐ͪ̕ĩ̷̵̻̃ͮ͋ͣ̇́r̙̙̝̽̑̽͜͠e̸̞̦̻ͣ̉͜s͎͉̝͔̫̗͊̓̑ ̤̘̮̟̯̲̓̉̋͑͒͒̍t̴̽ͬ̆̾͏͚͉̖͉̬̖͖h̘͙̣̥͈̜͐ͯ̆͟͞a̩̗̙͎̺͗͌̃̂̈͋̚t͛͐̋̅ͣ̈͗̾̏͏͉̙͇̮̫ ̸̄̐ͤ̾ͮͯͧ҉̺͚͚͈̮̲̭̭b̲̤̥ͥͪ̄͆ͨ͑̒͟ͅu̲͚̞͙ͣ̍͆͊̀͢r̴ͫ̽̄̕҉̲n͍̩̤̝͉̒ͪ̽͑̔ ͑̒ͥ͏̬̳̙̪̀a̮͚͚̱̫̭̝͆͑̌̇̀ͥ͒ͪ̕ẇ̶̫̳͘a̲̮̳̰̣̝̦̬ͫ͛͐̿̓́͞y̳͔̬̥͓͔̱͔͂̃̀͟ ̴̰̦̰̗̗̿͂̀̑̀w̔͛ͩ̿̚͏͏̲̠̤̪͚̝h̴̖̘̲̟̯ͣ̎͌ͯ͗͗̌͆a̼̪̳͎̝̘̲͊ͪ̎ͬ͟ͅt̼̝̪͕̭̎ ̡ͫͧ̔̍͏͉̮͙̯̙ͅͅl̴̨̧̗͇̑̾̾ͨͧͩĩ͕͇̲̹͇ͨv̵͎̗̲̭͎̻̳͋ͤͫ̂͒e͉̘̍͑̉̐ͤ̒͋͂̚͟͝s̷̶̫͇̣̤̠̗̄͛́ͨ ̛̹̩ͨͣ̾̋́͗"͓̙̰͈̈ͮͯ̀͢ ̸̨̺̮̰͉̲͑͛ͥ̈̄ͦͨ̓̕ͅͅ The page combusted into a flame that burned a myriad of colors. With a flick of her wrist, the woman commanded it to seek after the criminals on the ground. The paper was no more, but the flames darted out at blinding speeds, chasing after its target. When it inevitably reached her, It pierced her heart, and the woman's entire body erupted into fire as she burned away to nothing. A gunshot was fired, and a bullet lay harmless on the ground beneath the woman, having been deflected by another sheet of paper. She turned in the direction of the sniper, and space began to contort itself between the two, while expanding behind him. With neither of them moving, he stood in front of her, a helpless expression on his face. She pulled out several other pages, but they did not go toward the man. Instead, they went toward the students. "̷̡̼̠̥͒͂̈̓ͪ͂͆̈́͡S̙̦͎͙͋ͣ͝h̷͔̦̤͍̩̔ͭ̇̅̿ͫ͑͝iͬ͋͟҉̻̖ͅe̞̾̂ͥ̌̚͘l̺̞͇̰͇̠͚ͥ͌̈́̿̆ͩͬ͡d͕̜̞̝͙̮̝̮̆̄͑͋̊͂ͅ ̶̳̩̖͓̮̖̅͂́͂̔t̯̤̬̟̯̜ͮhͦ͐̿ͥ̌͋̂͝҉̹̣͡a̸̢̤̓̔̈́̇̋͗̐ͯ͟t̐͏̱̣̥͙̰ ̤͇͌̓ͩ̀̂̓͌ͤğ͓͇̳̖͂̇ͭ̈́̍ͯu̩̰̙̪̎ͫ͘͘ȁ͔̭͔̱̩͈ͤ̎̃̿̏̅ͧr̢̮̩̹̝̝̓͋́͞d̊ͬ͊ͯ̓̋̕҉̫̫͔̹̥̤̤͙s̻̖̾ͯ̓̐̅ ̓͑͂͝҉̶̰͖͚͈̠̗͓͈w̨̮̙̙̙̼̟̃̓̐̀ͦ͂́͟h̨͇̙͖̾ͪ͊̔ͧạ͎͚̺̦̙̠̺̻̓ͩͨ̀̕͜t̛̖̦̽͆͆̉̅̊ͯ͊͗͠ ̧̮̥̞̻̲̻̞͆̌ͧ̓̀m̡̥̳̗͑̐̾͑ͩ͢ŭ̪͖͜͜s̴̛̰͖̩̼͂̌̄͊͡ẗ̖̞́ͧ̒̚̕ ̡͔̩̟͐͒̓ͤ̃͊ͅb̷̡͔̬̰̮̞͖̰̟̻ͥ̑̐̀́̄̎ͦe̝̝̱̫̯̫̓̓̾͛̍̐͒̄ͮ̕͝ ̢͚̭̭̺̼̖̬͖̉͊̅́̋́͐̚p̖͚̱̎̌͜͜ͅr͎͓͛̒ͮͥ̈́̐̚ȩ̲̦̗̠̝͇̯̼̎̅̊̑͐̓̇̏̀̚͡s̶̡̻̞̰̺̼̱̔͑̉̊̂̊͗̌ḛ̦͈͚͈͎͆̀͞ṟ̸̢̥̝̫̣̈́ͦͨ̅͊ͤ̀̿͠v̗̥̜̱̣̑́̍ͩͩ̕ė͎͉̘̑ͭ͐̑ͥ̒̕d̨ͣ҉̦͎͎.̧̜ͩ̉̒̒ͣ̿̌ͯ́"̺̠͚̘̩͍̤̯̱ͭ͊ͧ ̝̝͚̝̩͐͆̐ͩ͌ As the paper touched each student, it dissolved into them, and whether the earth crumbled beneath them, the seas came boiling up, or the sky were to crash down upon them, no harm would befall them so long as they were under its effects. With them protected, there was no more reason to hold back. A storm of pages lifted from her skin, flowing through the air as though there were a hurricane pushing them in every direction. She raised a hand, and uttered yet another distorted command to the pages, telling them to unleash their power. "̠̬͎͚͉̙̈́̄̇̌͌ͥ́R͂ͤ͆ͦ͊̓̆ͪ̀͝͏̲̤͖̖͕͔͓̳á̡̲̯̜̃ͦ͋i̢̛̱̣̗͓͍͕̗̹ͭ̿̈́͆͞n̩͇̝͙̬̥̯͍̒̽̔̓̒̓ ̻̺̞̈͘͟t̵͖̲̩̘̲̙̙͙̏ͣ̓ͨ̐̾͟ͅh̢͚̮̄̑͜aͭ̐̌̔̂̓ͥ͏̺̝́t̞̝̼͙̥ͬ̓̓͘ ͖̦̞̰̮̊͑̏͌ͨ͟͢ͅw̵̛̺̜̖̜̲̝̙͐̀ͨä̤̹̥̝̍͆̔̅͠͝s̹̹͎͍͊ͣ͑͗ͬ͟h̓̄ͦͥ̌̒̈́ͨ͂҉̲̰eͯͯ̈ͤ̉͘͠͏̫̳͔̼̜ͅș̸̛̼͚͕ͥ͗ͥ͂ ̢̦͎̟͇̩̱̜͚͂͋̌ͯ̽̇̄à͈̺͕̘̞͔ͣ̊ͅw̨̺̬̭͔͚̽ͤ͗̔̀͟ả̊͗ͭ̾͌̚͘͏͉͖̱̞̻͓ŷ̨̙̯̦͔̆̐͑ͣͯ̋̀̚͜ ̶̴̛̠͇͉͙͖͖͔̾͒̈́a̧̗̱̱͇̳͖̹̹̎̏̍ͣ̀l̡̞̬̤̠͂̎͗ͬ͑̚͜l͙͇͔͗ͩͤ̆̊́̚͜ ̻̇ͮ̋̏̉̕t̬̩̭̐͊͛ͨͮ̇̂̀͢͞h̴͉̪͉͓̫͓̳̝͇ͫͥ͑ͬ͋͗ͩ̓͢a̺̻ͫͣ́ͣ̈t̷̪͓̄ͮ̃ͥͤ̀͊ͪ̚ ̟̟̝͕̱ͪ͐͑̆̽̓͊͟c̸ͦ҉̴͕͔̞̖̝ọ̳̤̤ͮͤ͌ͥ̎u̟͚̔̀̆͜l̜̦͔͔̪͓̳̞̩͋͆̿d̨̜͔̞̫̈́ͅ ̸̵͓͈̫ͥ̿̂̓ͤ̈̅͜ę̵̥͕̪̰̜̱̯̅̔̂̚͠v̭̩͇̙͖̗͎ͪe̠̖̲̝ͦ̾ͭͨ̑̌̀͘͝r̛̫̗̟̜̞̯͓ͯ͋̋͌ͦ̓ͬͤ̉͢͜ͅ ̏̆̇̊ͤ͏҉̶̝͚̻͙̙̪ͅb̪̤̬̺̲̗̖ͤͦ̃͋͠ͅė̡̈́ͬ͘҉̘̥͇̻̠͕̪͔.̡̗̖͎̈́̓ͣ̍ͥ̈́͆͘"̴̊̿̃͏̮ Each page glowed a bright white, dyed in a different color, and hell rained downward. Beams of energy erupted from every page downward onto the floor below. Outside of the students protect by the pages, nothing would survive the onslaught. It continued for nearly thirty seconds, until the dust finally cleared. Nothing remained in the warehouse aside from the woman and the students. She turned her head to them, and spoke one last time. "͈̠ͬ̔͗ͬ͐̏̉ͫ̏E̢̤̜̱͔̳̖̝ͧ͐͗͐̈͗ͯ̍͡m̪̯͖̈̿̓̾͊̔̆͜e̥̯̱͚͉͇͍̰͐ͯͨ̾͠r͖̝ͣ̇͠g̯̜̮̓̒ͣͩ͋̆ͪe̛͖̣̗̼̦̾ͅṋ̸͗͛̍͑͘ç̻̠̝̳̭̇͛͊ͨy̷̻͍̐ͦͮ̓͌͐̕͜.͔̘̗̿̆͆ͪ͜͟ ̷̡̠͙̲̙ͭ͗̎̋ͦ̌̒́R̹̤͌̈̊̿́e̢̲̤͍̊ͯt̶͕̳̭̫̫͈̓̿̍ͦ̊̐̇ͭ͝ų͇͈͔̮̘͚͙͆ͭṟ̡͉͚͎͉̭̞̆̃́͜n̨̜͍̺̝̹̿͒͂͟ͅ ̰̘́̂͊̑̅̆̔͐́͢ṯ̨̬̯̻͍̾ͬ̎ͤͦ̚͟͞ö͎̟͝ ̛̣̫̼̑ͣͩͦ͠t̞̩̞͙̲͙̂̊̀ḣ̟ͧͣ̎͛ẹ̷͇̗̫̯͕̓̀̚ ̶͔͇͇͚͔͍͔͐̿̆ͥ̊D̍͐ͮ͋ͦ͏͏̹̖͇̬͙̪̳̮W͙̪̯̏̓̉̾͝M͈̯̹̥̤̟ͩͭ̽ͪ̑A̸̞͉̟̅ͫ̇̈́̌̄̂͗͂͡.̷̨̺̖͙̭͈̦ͫ̋ͤ͑̊ͧ"̴͓̥͖̥̪͚ͩ̐͘͡ And in the same flurry of pages she had come in, she was gone. 20/20
