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[the journal picks up a soft, rhythmic sound for a few moments -- the sound of someone brushing a decent length of hair -- before any voice accompanies it]
You know, it's kind of funny. No matter how different everyone is here … We all kind of have a few things in common, right? Even if we can't always understand what another person has been through, or what it could possibly be like to be them … we can all agree, stuff like pies made with string is just plain weird. Right?
[she sighs, putting the hairbrush down, silent for a moment]
Anyways, anyone up for a spar sometime? I think I'm getting a little rusty. Hand to hand, swords, whatever you prefer.
You know, it's kind of funny. No matter how different everyone is here … We all kind of have a few things in common, right? Even if we can't always understand what another person has been through, or what it could possibly be like to be them … we can all agree, stuff like pies made with string is just plain weird. Right?
[she sighs, putting the hairbrush down, silent for a moment]
Anyways, anyone up for a spar sometime? I think I'm getting a little rusty. Hand to hand, swords, whatever you prefer.
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