[Road hasn't really bothered listening to anything she's saying; instead she's staring at the umbrella with a curious expression, her borrowed pumpkin headed umbrella hovering over her shoulder and glowering at it.
And then she goes oooh when the umbrella transforms itself, and she turns to look over her shoulder and say accusingly:]
[Rachel merely tilts her head to the side dismissively.]
Whatever made you think I cared how he felt? Though I admit his screams were a tad... amusing, perhaps? Still, mildly entertained as I am, I'd very much like to leave right now.
Such an appalling line of defense... That is a pity, very much a pity. I much loathe waiting, moreso if it is for an exit. It disgusts me to think that whoever responsible wishes to dictate where I can or cannot go.
You're not the only one who hates waiting. [Have a long-suffering sigh. Road's used to going where she wants when she wants to.]
They have. They've attacked the clock that they say makes the City work, they've tried making holes in the barrier around the City, they've tried attacking the deities' offices.
And then she goes oooh when the umbrella transforms itself, and she turns to look over her shoulder and say accusingly:]
You can't do that, Lero.
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... It requires knowledge of the proper sorcery equations... and a few trials of bone breaking.
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I think you scared him.
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Whatever made you think I cared how he felt? Though I admit his screams were a tad... amusing, perhaps? Still, mildly entertained as I am, I'd very much like to leave right now.
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You can't leave ♪ No one knows how.
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Have none rebelled?
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They have. They've attacked the clock that they say makes the City work, they've tried making holes in the barrier around the City, they've tried attacking the deities' offices.
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