I guess we could, but wouldn't-- ah, hold on, you shouldn't--!
[ ... to the bird, who is bravely trying to fly even though it really can't, so instead of an impressive feat of flight, it's plowing into Roxas' knee.
At which point he'll find himself inside what looks to be a department of a shopping center. Speaking of TVs, there's a wall stacked with brand-new ones and several shelves sporting different types of hardware.
There are also a lot of people huddled together on the floor and guarded by a group of men in black, all heavily armed. Apparently unseen by these men, Mary and two other girls - a blonde girl in a pink shirt and a green-haired girl in a purple jacket- slowly make their way towards them. Mary, inexplicably, is holding a handheld massager.
Or she was, until she trips, and it goes flying out of her hand to hit one of the men in the back of the head. The other two girls let out horrified squawks, and the green-haired girl grabs Mary and the massager as they bolt behind a shelf. The men can be heard yelling at each other, playing the Blame Game, as the green-haired girl rounds on Mary.
"Are you an idiot!? Do you want to die!?"
Mary, alarmed, yelps out an apology, and the blonde girl groans softly.
"I thought for sure we were gonna die... will we really be okay?"
And then it ends. The bird flutters back to the ground, and Mary winces as her vision swims-- just a bit. Thanks, bird. ]
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[ ... to the bird, who is bravely trying to fly even though it really can't, so instead of an impressive feat of flight, it's plowing into Roxas' knee.
At which point he'll find himself inside what looks to be a department of a shopping center. Speaking of TVs, there's a wall stacked with brand-new ones and several shelves sporting different types of hardware.
There are also a lot of people huddled together on the floor and guarded by a group of men in black, all heavily armed. Apparently unseen by these men, Mary and two other girls - a blonde girl in a pink shirt and a green-haired girl in a purple jacket- slowly make their way towards them. Mary, inexplicably, is holding a handheld massager.
Or she was, until she trips, and it goes flying out of her hand to hit one of the men in the back of the head. The other two girls let out horrified squawks, and the green-haired girl grabs Mary and the massager as they bolt behind a shelf. The men can be heard yelling at each other, playing the Blame Game, as the green-haired girl rounds on Mary.
"Are you an idiot!? Do you want to die!?"
Mary, alarmed, yelps out an apology, and the blonde girl groans softly.
"I thought for sure we were gonna die... will we really be okay?"
And then it ends. The bird flutters back to the ground, and Mary winces as her vision swims-- just a bit. Thanks, bird. ]