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OOC: "She's getting taken to weaboo rehab. They're real, and they're coming, coming for you... Rainy-chan."
[cue rainy screaming]
Well, I mean, I'd prefer to only mildly tread on the edges of regular 'ol dark, too. Although, I do believe you and I have different definitions of that.
IC: Venti sidestepped a pile of shattered glass, wincing in annoyance as a shard still lodged itself into the rim of her hoof despite her best efforts. It had missed her inner hoof, the frog, fortunately; she'd be hobbling at best if it she had stepped on it there. The entire fiasco had taken place in the span of only a few seconds, and she still wasn't quite sure what was going on, though that seemed to be the norm when Rumor was around.
"Yeah, well, enlighten us," she mumbled, just loud enough to be heard.
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