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Quinn whooped as the Ralts teleported up and hit the deck once again, unconscious. Not even Alicia’s deranged attempt at a reprimand could sour the moment, especially when she still conceded defeat and left with both of her goons. It also helped that everybody else on the pier was just as elated that Team Phoenix had been chased away, hooting and hollering and a solid three cheers from those who still did that sort of thing. Quinn let out its other two Pokémon so they could share in the celebration, and especially congratulate their newest party member. Normandie went over and licked Pisces right on the contact point of one of her Tackles, which seemed like a big deal for her. Cassiopeia did not immediately celebrate with the rest, however. Instead, the Drifloon looked down at her stringy hands and arms and took a deep breath before looking over at Quinn. Quinn returned the gaze and saw a new measure of Focused Energy behind their companion’s eyes -- a spark that could lead to something more. The moment passed, though, and soon Cassiopeia was blowing around the dock, allowing herself to be carried by the seabreeze and daring anybody to catch her in her exultation. One of the fisherman judges clapped Quinn on the back -- a strong enough tap that it very nearly caused her to go tumbling off the dock edge, but that was beside the point -- “Well done,” the fisherman said. Then he went into this whole spiel about the conclusion of the contest, including an indication that they were open to being influenced by past events. Quinn looked out among the rest of the crowd waiting to be evaluated, trying to see if he was getting swept up in the moment or if everyone else agreed on such a ceremonial appraisal. Perhaps as expected, there was a mixture of reactions. They were mostly positive, but there were a few dissenters. Quinn was used to some level of negative crowd reaction, and was sure e could handle it here as well, but fae shook its head. “Surely the process is important,” Quinn said. “I know how special Pisces is, and knew so even before his performance in battle, but he still should be submitted for judgement, and I would request that your biases cloud your judgement as little as possible.” The judges seemed amused, but did still go through the process as requested. “Goldeen huh, it’s rarer here than yonder way, but still not uncommon… This one in particular… seems quite the energetic one! Very nice… I think yes, a fine reward for a fine catch.” Somebody in the crowd mispronounced the word “Sitrus-y” in a way that seemed funny to onlookers, but Quinn did not understand. The reward was enough to distract from that in any case -- not one but twelve Sitrus berries! It was a massive haul, rivalling even Normandie’s hoard. Quinn was careful to keep them separate, just as xe had with the Oran berry from days before, but the elation was just as good if not better than their victory over Alicia. Pokémon battles came and went, but how many more times would Quinn ever enter a fishing competition? Even if this were not the only one, the opportunities seemed like they would be rare. In any case, with all that excitement over, there was little left to do but make sure hir Pokémon were well taken care of at a Pokémon Center and then go out and get some stamps.Dearest Mother and Father, I have made many more friends since my last missive, and have attached a number of pictures of them. Normandie did not want to sit still for any of them, but trust that that blurry mass of fur represents a proud and beautiful creature. There is also Bridget, who is not a Pokémon but an aspiring researcher who has joined Nathaniel and I on our travels. She is a little difficult to understand sometimes, but people have said I am the same way, so I continue to make my best effort. I have also learned how to fish! Of course, I imagined that I would when I set out on this journey. That is how I met Pisces, who you can see in another of these pictures. I write with the hope that many more will join him -- perhaps a veritable school will be coming home with me when this adventure has concluded. Then again, with so many other things to look forward to, I will have to cherish the opportunities to use this newfound skill all the more. We will be setting sail once again very soon, to the Korova Region proper this time. I cannot wait to progress further in this journey, collecting more gymnasium badges, friends to cherish, and, most importantly, more experiences to incorporate into my incorporeal self-actualization. I will report even further when I can. In the meantime, we shall surely see each other on the Astral Plane. Yours, even in death, Quinn

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I wish that people would look or make efforts to include card art with their written texts. To me, as much as I don't understand about YGO anymore, it seems important. The visual aspect and the Dubbed Anime art were the most interesting features to me.

Hollow Raiders! Those bold and intrepid entrepeneurs who - albeit illegally - delved into the warped and dangerous depths of Hollows, either to extract and sell valuable etheric matter, or as muscle for hire. Many were just brutish thugs, but there were still those who had their conscience, their morals, or something else that others might say would just hold them back. The afternoon sun hung over Vulcan Quarter, through a large window, illuminating such a party of ethical ne'er-do-wells. The table they were seated at was flanked by booth seating on two sides, the window on a third, and a pair of chairs that had been pulled from a nearby table on the fourth. Khulan, for one, had called dibs on a window seat, refused to be talked out of her spot, and didn't hesitate to slam her head into anyone who tried to remove her by force. She quite liked her name. Khulan. Although, she probably would have liked any name, as long as it was hers. Madeline wasn't a bad one. Even if she went around introducing herself as Madeline though, fundamentally, she'd still be Khulan. Which was to say, names were just something used as a convenient label. A rose by any other name would still smell just as sweet, and all that. Which was why she wasn't particularly bothered by the fact that the group she'd gotten tangled up with had no name. Or if they did, she never heard it before. They were just some otherwise-nondescript Hollow Raiders who happened to be some pretty descript people. The building they were in had a name, though. "Frosted Tips." It was Khulan's turn to foot the bill for food today, and without fail, every time her number was up, she ended up dragging everyone here, or the pizza place across the street. And seeing as the nearby "Pepe's Pizza" was closed for renovations, Frosted Tips it was. She, for one, liked caramel ice cream that was practically drowning in whipped cream. And a cold soda to go with it. "Pepe's has been closed for a while," Khulan pondered, looking longingly across the street at the pizza parlor in question. She was actually pretty excited at first to have it be her turn to foot the bill today, because she was going to go to Pepe's which was supposed to have its big reopening today. But the sign still hanging over the door said otherwise. At least Frosted Tips was still nice. The best ice cream in Vulcan Quarter, if not all of New Eridu, plus some other good stuff for the lactose intolerant or the foolish. Good decor. Comfy seats. Khulan had called dibs on a window seat, and was willing to defend her spot by any means necessary. "Y'know, come to think of it, you'd think there would be more ice cream places in the Outer Ring. I never thought about that until just now." The call for adventure would surely ring out - as it so often did for Hollow Raiders - but that wasn't now. Now, it was time to enjoy some good food and good company.

It was a relatively normal day for The Gang, successfully being unsuccessful in finding work. Truly, this was what they seemed to be best at. While they collectively were more than capable at exacting violence against ethereals, they had not yet botched a single get together over frozen treats. Or at least, they hadn't done so multiple times, but it was agreed that their escapade at Do You Want to Eat a Snowcone would not be the topic of further discussion, out of respect for Mr. Smavapolous and his family. "Pepe's has been closed for a while," Tobias would be lying if he said he wouldn't have preferred pizza over frozen treats. While the weather was certainly nice out, he was more in the mood for savory, rather than sweet. Of course, the rule was that the raider paying also got to choose the location, so it was left up to Khulan. Besides, Pepe's was terrible. He was pretty sure that he got food poisoning last time they went there. Despite his tenacity, he had always had a bit of a weakness to toxins and illness. "Serves them right, if you ask me. Honestly, if Pepe's Pizza was so good, why was there never a Pepe's Pizza 2?" Tobias leaning back into his seat, having long-since finished his own milkshake, and quietly observed the rest of his teammates as they discussed whether it was worth it to get into a fight with some unidentified strangers. Tobias considered for a moment whether he would benefit more from team violence or team work, and after a thoughtful glance at Rosemary and the Proxy, he concluded that he definitely wanted to be on team work. As if right on cue, the Proxy chimed in, waving her phone around and indicating that something or other would be "too fast." Tobias nodded thoughtfully, a hand to his chin as he weighed the Proxy's words. "She's right, Gang. The fight would be over too fast if we sent both Khulan and Mr. Vinnie. It is probably best to have just Mr. Vinnie go, plus that would increase the ratio of bite wounds to other wounds. Wouldn't it be crazy if he ate some guy's head?" He nodded twice, in apparent pride of his assessment. Clapping a hand on the Proxy's shoulder, he grinned in affirmation, "Good call, Proxy."

"I....next time you get in Team Phoenix's way I won't be so kind! I took it easy on you because I thought you were just a bunch of weaklings, understood? You want your...stupid...fish shack junk back, fine, take them!" With that warning, not that Bridget felt particularly warned, the so-called Team Phoenix left in a blinding flash of light. Good riddance. With them gone, the fishing contest was able to wrap up as planned, albeit with the initial grand prize having apparently been stolen and remaining stolen unlike the other things that Team Phoenix planned to run off with. When it came time to have her catch judged, Bridget hesitantly released her runt of a Magikarp onto the table. The judges didn't acknowledge her catch verbally, and she probably would have asked them not to if they did anyway. All that got exchanged between her and them was an awkward stare of resignation and mild shame. They were kind enough to just hand her a consolation prize - a pot of Luminous Moss - and send her on her way. For that, she was thankful. She had to get to the Pokémon Center and ensure her team of two was all patched up after their heroic fight against that thief. Tomorrow, the next big step of her adventure would begin. For now, it was a good idea to open up her notebook and take note of all the things that had happened today. Meeting the so-called ghost, the strange statue in the marsh and the Malamar that accompanied it, Team Phoenix, and just about everything in between.

2 chicken sammich at the local chicken chain and a hiya papaya smoozie with honeydew at the local teamilk (boba/bubble tea) chain.

Standing there motionless, as if a statue, the young woman's eyes flitted from case to case as she was met with the hardest of the day's choices. It was, perhaps, no exaggeration to say that what she did here would color the expectations she might have for the rest of the day. The time - Afternoon. The location - a small building in the middle of New Eridu's Vulcan Quarter. The mission, amongst a myriad of choices choose the correction decision. Though just looking at the choices they plainly were the volume was already great, but she knew that besides just the singular choice it would then give way to a myriad of others; a veritable array of choices hidden within choices. Blankly, the girl put a hand to her chin, the receiver of her choices looking back to her with a curious expression. "Um Miss?" She did not stare back at him, as to do so would derail her current train of thought. Each one offering its own pros and cons, before the girls eyes finally settled on an option. The one behind the counter looked at her curiously again as she locked eyes with him and then slowly pointed towards a flavor. Then the cup. Then the topping. And then started rummaging through her wallet for money. Though it took a moment the server of frozen treats seemed to get what she was indicating at and after a very awkward pause, the girl paid for her ice cream and sat down with the rest of the group. It was a medium cup of a chocolate coffee ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and gummy worms sprinkled on top. Putting her spoon into it the girl took a bite of the ice cream, an expression on her face that seemed to care very little about the dessert. Despite this, the girl continued digging her spoon into the ice cream, bite after bite, as the group discussed what they were supposed to be doing for the day ahead of them. Her eyes first went to Khulan who had mused about the lack of ice cream shops in the outer ring, which Soleil couldn't help but think about as well. Then the there was the talk about taking on a commission from someone who Soleil had very little familiarity with, or picking a fight with random street thugs. Soleil had very little interest in picking a random fight, especially outside of a hollow. She was, in spite of all appearances, something of a professional and getting into a random brawl without due compensation was not something she thought of as a worthy use of her time. She preferred fighting ethereals anyway. She thought about it more, though, thinking that crux of the issue here was getting in more practice for everyone and so she looked at the group once Reuben had finished speaking. Wordlessly, she pulled out her cellphone and simply showed it to everyone, gesturing with it. Then after a moment she looked over to Khulan and answered, "too fast." She tapped the bottom of her now empty ice cream cup to punctuate her point.

Reuben really enjoyed Frosted Tips. Honestly, who didn't? Ice cream was the dessert everyone screamed for, after all. He had a very simple scoop of cookies and cream ice cream on top of a cone. A simple classic, but he didn't feel the need to grab more at the moment. He was on technically on a diet, after all. He sat at the inside of the booth, his back straight and his gaze trained on his dessert. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes and a baseball cap adorned his head. They were a necessary precaution. While the chances of him being recognized were low, there were never zero. He calmly licked at his ice cream as he heard the others speak. "Pepe's has been closed for a while," That was really unusual. He sincerely hoped nothing happened to Pepe. He was a good man who knew how to make a better pizzs. "Y'know, come to think of it, you'd think there would be more ice cream places in the Outer Ring. I never thought about that until just now." Reuben couldn't speak to the Outer Ring's culture, but he did film there several times. He wasn't convinced ice cream could last long out there. Ashley was interacting with social media as they planned a shopping trip with Khulan. In a perfect world, that's all the younger members of the group would have to worry about. He really wished the world was different so they could just live an average life, like before the fall of the old capital. Then again, this group probably wouldn't have met otherwise. He'd consider that a small blessing in this world. "How's about we shake off some rust and go beat up some thugs in the streets?" Vincent's hands slammed on the table playfully, causing Reuben to look in his direction. "I can smell your lack of experience! It's a damn pity!" Vinnie took the spoon out of his mouth and pointed it to Khulan, "And nothing gets you more experience than some skeevy back alley brawling!!" "Personally, I'd suggest against it." Reuben commented. "We all know the one day we spend fighting hoodlums and running away from Pubsec is the day that we'll get some big commission." Wasn't that just how the world seemed to work? Quietly, he licked up the final part of his ice cream before spinning the cone on his finger. It was a simple party trick, but it also helped his mind from wandering. "Of course, I suppose if only Vincent and Khulan go, the rest of us could cover any commission that comes our way."

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Girlfailures Squad Anneliese looked around at the location they had chosen to eat. "Oh my, it's so cramped and shabby, is this one of those 'fast food' places that I'm told people without money have to go to eat?" She said this in her normal tone, not thinking anything of it, even with several people nearby. "I've never been in one before it's magnificent!" To Jacklyn's statement she seemed highly curious "So our adventure has not started? Goodness, if this is before the adventure then the adventure proper must be incredible!" She reached out and grabbed Jacklyn's hand in her own two and looked at her with clear excitement. "I promise I shall do my very best to not slow you down so please continue to help me to become an adventurer as knowledgeable as you! For instance....is flying not common for adventurers? My parents take several flights every time they travel..." Team BQN Pisces felt its horn strike the Ralts right as the Pokemon Teleported away. It took a moment to reappear and, when it did, it was several feet in the air and clearly unconscious. As it fell Alicia let out a gasp and ran forward to catch the Pokemon. "Are you alright?" she cried out in alarm. Then glared at Quinn. "She could have gotten seriously hurt you, you, you....scoundrel!" She seemed to not realize at first that she had just lost the battle but when the realization set in she turned bright red. "I....next time you get in Team Phoenix's way I won't be so kind! I took it easy on you because I thought you were just a bunch of weaklings, understood? You want your...stupid...fish shack junk back, fine, take them!" The other two grunts, the one who had been shocked to learn that their companions lost due to having nearly finished off Peat, glanced at each other and then hurled the bags full of stuff they got at the group before they all took off. They could see Alicia using some sort of item on the Ralts in her hands and, when the Pokemon woke up, it immediately surrounded them in a glow and they vanished. - It took some time for things to settle down but when it finally did the fishing competition was able to end properly. Rewards were given out but the old man was distressed to learn that while most of the stuff was returned the "grand prize", which most of the competitors referred to as just a piece of junk, was missing. When it came time for the trio to be judged the old man gave a sheepish smile. "Feels a bit odd, judging you all when you worked so hard to get the prizes back. Maybe I shouldn't do this but if there's something you want in particular..." He stopped talking as the other judge coughed loudly and he laughed, "Aha, just kidding o' course." Then he winked in a way he thought was subtle.

Frosted Tips was the spot tonight. Vinnie was a fan of ice cream, and other confections of the sort, but he'd always prefer to frenzy on some high quality meats. A shame it wasn't his turn to pick the establishment tonight. That was on Khulan, and he'd never complain about someone else footing the expenses. Although, he always ended up ordering some more for himself off the collective tab. If he had really went wild, he'd end up eating his teammates out of house and home! Today his order was a classic, a hot fudge sundae with peanuts and no cherry. Instead, he asked that it be topped with a strawberry. It wouldn't fill him up, not even a little bit, but it would sure make him feel nostalgic for those old days when his 'rents took him out after a successful raid. He almost let a cheesy, sentimental smile crack. Vinnie had taken his rightful spot in one of the pulled up chairs. He took up a lot of space, and needed a lot of elbow room. Unlike his other thiren teammate, Ashley, Vinnie let his tail hang from the back of his chair. He was the type that people thought twice about before messing with. Imagine the ruckus he would brew up if someone had the hutzpah to step on HIS tail. He didn't make it any easier to avoid either, sloshing it from side to side in a fashion that could tear bodies of water asunder when he was in a good temper. It was as if he was almost asking for someone to pick a fight with him! Maybe he could pull off a bit of insurance fraud in the process. The possibilities were endless in such a packed location. Khulan was the first to speak up. "Pepe's has been closed for a while," And that's why Khulan had no option but to choose Frosted Tips, "Y'know, come to think of it, you'd think there would be more ice cream places in the Outer Ring. I never thought about that until just now." "Oh poor Khuly," Ashley was the next to speak up in their cutesy little tone, "Making up for lost time is so cute! We should really hit the town sometime, just you and me. I can show you all the coziest little shops that could only exist here in Vulcan, New Eridu. There's simply nothing to compare, even in the other districts" They went on to interact with their social media, no doubt getting tons of likes on the mundane pictures they were taking. Vinnie pinched his brow in disbelief that people had nothing better to do than wait for each and every interaction. Whatever made Ashley happy he supposed. "So team, I know I say this every time I go, but Jacky's gonna commission us soon I can feel it!" Vincent placed his hands on the back of his head, and leaned back in his chair. A spoon clanked against his teeth, as he began to instinctively chew on it. "You always say that, kid." Vinnie laughed. "Aw what the hell!! I think my six-sense might be telling me you're on to something." Vinnie leaned forward, placing his wrists on the table and clasping his hands. "How's about we shake off some rust and go beat up some thugs in the streets?" His hands slammed on the table, playfully. "I can smell your lack of experience! It's a damn pity!" Vinnie took the spoon out of his mouth and pointed it to Khulan, "And nothing gets you more experience than some skeevy back alley brawling!!" With a grin, he shoveled a scoop of sundae into his gaping maw.

There was a conspiracy afoot in Frosted Tips! Or so Ashley had jokingly complained when the call of where to eat was made by Khulan, today's sugar momma. She had been taking them here a lot of late with her turns and the thiren had made it a point to tease the girl that she was trying to make him fat to steal his long held cutest member of the group title. Though despite any objections the fox had continued their trend of crafting continuously more elaborate and vibrant ice cream creations. Almost as vibrant as the thiren himself, who was fresh off a dye job and sporting hot pink fur with a bright flourish of golden yellow with matching yellow contact lenses. Their tail was wrapped tightly around their normally exposed midriff, more for worry of it being stepped on in a busy place like a resataurant than consideration of anyone else. Ashley had seated themselves close to the end of the table though not on the two addon chairs. He always loved keeping an eye on the comings and goings in any place the raiding group found themselves. Not that he was ever expecting anyone but like there was some small hope of finding a familiar face in the crowd. But more importantly this position at the table let them flirt with the staff that served them more effectively. Other than perhaps making his shameless thigh gap from the skirt and sock combo he always wore more visible to them it was unclear what advantages this posed. It was all about getting the right angle and lighting and a dozen other things only Ashley would be thinking about in an otherwise mundane situation like a meal with the squad. If this could be called a meal anyway. The thiren's latest creation had been an exercise in color rather than flavor coordination but this didnt seem to slow their eating of it after a mandatory selfie with it. More noticeably Ashley had ordered an iced coffee and was already somewhat jittery despite being only a third of the way into it. "Oh poor Khuly," Ashley cooed at the girl's realization her old home was bereft of establishments like Frosted Tips. "Making up for lost time is so cute! We should really hit the town sometime, just you and me. I can show you all the coziest little shops that could only exist here in Vulcan, New Eridu. There's simply nothing to compare, even in the other districts" they spoke with dramatic flourish that would be nothing new to anyone present. Talking up simple boutiques for makeup and hair cuts like some grand display of culture was a unique talent of theirs. Another shot of coffee with a visible painful twinge of the face while downing it later and the thiren was carrying on like nothing had happened. Bouncing between eating and scanning their phone for incoming likes and comments from the ice cream pics. "You guys are too much." they muttered and giggled to themselves seeing a few comments begging for a livestream of them eating it. There would always be time to waste on the interknot of course so back to work. "So team, I know I say this every time I go, but Jacky's gonna commission us soon I can feel it!" They announced with an unearned pep. Jacky was their go to hair stylist and this would be the latest in a long line of "inklings" Ashley had had about them needing something done in a hollow. Even if it were true that an everyday woman like her needed work done in a hollow, the thiren had never communicated the illegal nature of his work as a hollow raider to her because of course he hadn't. Perhaps one day the two would have that psychic connection the fox swore they had fill in the gaps for them but until then this would be another largely unhelpful declaration. One of these leads had to stick eventually so he would go on undeterred in the belief those he interacted with on regular basis would eventually pay them.

While she was worrying herself over what she had said, wondering if there had been a better way to say it, she almost didn't notice Marshall calling out to her. The way she spoke made the young girl stiffen up and she was certain she was about to be scolded over something that she had done. She was even going through various apolo-scuses in her head but she was struck dumb as instead Marshall asked “...Was I… Cool, during that fight?” Sabrina was melting. Turning into liquid state. Sliding down through the cracks in the floor never to be seen again. Her face heated up as her brain finally caught up and screamed "OHMYGOD. WHENDIDSHEGETCUTE?" She was taken aback by the sudden gap between her words and actions and Sabrina found herself unable to answer right away. Thankfully Abby once again came to the rescue and proclaimed both of them to be cool which snapped Sabrina back to reality. "O-Of course, my comrade, you, uh, radiated a powerful energy and...truly...defeated our foes with a bang!" she closed her eye and nodded in a way she thought was sagely. Then she opened her eye and hastily added, "of course it was not to my level but none could possibly reach my heights, ahaha..ha!" She took a deep breath and, still blushing over the previous near meltdown, she glanced Marshall up and down. She was starting to see the woman...somewhat differently. She certainly wasn't as scary as before, at least. “H-Hey… sorry about that… I'm sorry I-I let the creature t-t-take me out like that… Ill make sure it doesn't happen again…" And then Gene spoke and Sabrina jumped a little. She looked over at him and, without intending to be mocking, said "Oh, were you taken out? I didn't notice."

…And win, they did. It was only a moment, as the beast toppled over itself, it’s own bulk, it’s own bloated existence, drawing it downwards. But… After a moment, there was a flare of energy, a flare of light through the Dragon Sign on her and everyone else’s hands, and… She felt a rush of power. A droplet of water, and she was… Alright, again. Her wounds healed in an instant, and as she rose to her full height, she couldn’t help but smile; bringing her hand up to adjust her cap, as she let her rifle dissipate into thin air. “...Not even worth our time,” she remarked confidently, as she tucked her free hand behind her, and approached the others, so as to link up with them, all the while pulling her cap down just a bit further. Of course, the only reason she was doing such a thing, was to try and hide the dorky smile, and blush on her face; as she… Was not so used to wearing her heart on her sleeve, or trying to express a genuine emotion. But they had won all the same, and it… Much like her arts names, sounded sufficiently cool if she didn’t put too much thought into it. She had opened her mouth, about to ask the group for a sitrep… Only for Sabrina to announce that she couldn’t wait, and… To proceed to throw a ball of flames, which then exploded with some ferocity. There was a pause then, as Marshall stared at the explosion, but… With an approving nod, turning to her. “...While I do believe our teamwork could use some work, I… Would have to say, that our performance was quite satisfactory,” she agreed; doing her best to try and inflect at least a little excitement into her voice, even if it was a… Foreign concept to her. There was a pause then, as she once more raised her hand to her cap, and… Glanced away from the party. There were words hanging deep within her mind, the kind she… Normally would never have spoken, but… Given she was trying to be a bit more honest, and even… ‘Personable’... “...Sabrina Draconis,” Marshall began, her tone far more… Official, than she intended, even as she continued to look away from the girl. “...Was…” she trailed off, wincing slightly as she continued to force the words through her mouth, as if pulling teeth. “...Was I… Cool, during that fight?” she finally managed to ask, her tone sounding… Far more earnest, than she had hoped. “...Taking blows like it was nothing? Firing shots for misdirection, before curving them in to try and cripple the boss-unit…?” she asked, her face… Thoroughly flushed, as she asked her question; clearly embarrassed, but also… Unabashedly showing more of her true colors to the group.

Sabrina squeezed her eye shut as the orbs reached her. She anticipated pain but instead...she could feel power surging up through her. In her mind the formation of a new Art seemed to pop into existence and she gasped. Opening her eye up she looked around at the others in excitement, "That was awesome! Flawless Victory!" She gave a peace sign to the others, and clearly still didn't realize that one of them had "died" during the fight. The girl was buzzing with energy after the end of the fight and, more specifically, the power-up aftermath of it. "Ahhhhh I can't wait, everyone stay back!" She then braced herself, putting her feet apart, and put one hand out fully, while her other gripped her wrist. She had a smirk on her face as she activated the Art, and watched the small orb of fire appearing vaguely in the middle of the room in front of her. "Now let's see if I do.....this!" The orb then exploded and Sabrina jumped into the air with glee. "Ha! How awesome is that!" She spun around to the others. "I wonder how much cooler I'll get after beating up the big bad!" She then tilted her head as a thought occurred to her, "hey, I'm not the only one super hyped about this right? Like, we totally wrecked that boss monster just now we're kinda sorta unstoppable don't you think?" Was she overreacting? Was this actually not that big a deal? Maybe she should have played it cool, like an edgy dark swordsmaster who had just killed the villain and scoffed and said something like, "not even worth my time" or something. "Oh no did I miss my chance to say something really badass?!" The girl thought, trying to keep the unease from her face.

Perfect 5/7. Didn't think a volleyball anime would be entertaining. I was wrong Sounds like our admin vs YCM I watched It's A Wonderful Life once a long time. Maybe next Christmas season I'll throw it on. I've seen Shawshank. Idk anyone who could dislike it. Solid movie