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[wingsatlife]

Toronto has gone splat. Kaput. Gone. It's given up the ghost. Quite simply, it no longer exists (except as a crater with a rather large amount of semi-melted and solidified rock at the bottom, which has has at least scaled down from ridiculous heat to a pleasantly warm glow).

FLASHBANGExcept now, when it also consists of a girl

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[misterbunny]

"Oooh, such a mouth on you!" The Rabbit had been picking through the wreckage, seeing if there was anything worth finding. Lo and behold, a girl. Close enough to what he was looking for. "What's got yer panties in such a twist?"

[wingsatlife]

"Holy--"

Utter shock. Partly because it's a talking rabbit, but also because it's this particular talking rabbit, and no way that can't be happening.

"The rabbit?"

[misterbunny]

He pauses a moment, looking her over with his beady little red eyes. "Ah, so you've heard of me, I take it?" A slow grin spreads across his face. "This could be fun."

[wingsatlife]

A grinning red-eyed rabbit is a profoundly disturbing thing.

In the face of all the evidence: "But you don't exist!"

[misterbunny]

"You sure oft hat, baby doll?" He casually flicks out his switchblade, tossing it from paw to paw. "We can find out, reaaaaal quick."

[wingsatlife]

"...shit."

Have we mentioned that Cassie is not overfond of knives? We haven't? Well, she's not.

"Please put that away?"

[misterbunny]

"Why?" The Bunny arches a furry eyebrow. "What do I get out of it?"

[wingsatlife]

Cassie attempts to think fast, though it's hard to do when the majority of her brain is still tied up in going wtf, Shatter?!.

"I could... tell you things! About the world?"

Please don't hurt her?

[misterbunny]

He pauses, his knife lowering. "You just got here."

[wingsatlife]

"I-- I recognised you, didn't I?"

Knife-lowering is good. Very good.

[misterbunny]

"Talk more pretty lady." He'll give her a bit. She's cute.

[wingsatlife]

Hoorah?

"Um-- I'm psychic," she invents wildly. "A little bit. A-- a little like the Intuitions. So I could tell you... how the transfer points work? Or, um, um... where the monsters are?"

And if she gets out of here without actually having a panic attack, she'll consider it a job well done.

[misterbunny]

"Transfer points?" The blade vanishes. "Tell me more."

[wingsatlife]

She'll probably go right ahead and feel guilty about this later; right now she's just welcoming in some relief.

"The bits where people get pulled in? They're-- they're random, obviously, but they're not what they look like-- pulling people in. They actually grab bits of space, that happen to have people in them. Which-- makes you wonder what'd happen if you were half-in and half-out of that space, really."

What? It's interesting to her.

[misterbunny]

"What about going the other way?" He doesn't really care about leaving, but that knowledge would be fun to torment other people with.

[wingsatlife]

Cassie closes her mouth, and swallows. This is the part she really, really doesn't want to admit out loud.

"There isn't... the other way."

Either she's insane or she's trapped. Neither is a pleasant circumstance to consider.