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Bird Furious

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  1. “Am not!” Haly whines. “I’m very tall for a pocket person.”
  2. “Shh! Don’t tell anyone I’m plagiarizing.” Haly winks, then shrinks to sit on Glass’ shoulder.
  3. Livetha bobbed over and nuzzled her. Coincidentally, does she have any cool magic items?
  4. “Okay! I’ll shrink until I can fit in your pocket!”
  5. “We’re here to find Becky,” Bad said. He started crying again. so I don’t forget: 9&!shf
  6. Haly decides she wants a hug and joins them.
  7. GET YOUR DUCKS IN A LINE YOU SCUDHEAD. ITS JUNKYARD
  8. TIRE CHILD TIRE CHILD CHILD OF TIRES AND JUNKYARD ITEMSSSS
  9. Beosta’s stomach twisted at the sight and she looked away from the dying Ennuller. She reached up absently before realizing she was a bird. Nauseated, she lifted and tilted her wings, trying to distract herself, but someone was dying. She couldn’t ignore that. She couldn’t. Sometimes we have to do bad things, rang that awful voice in the back of her head, soft but firm as ever. For the ones who truly matter. I’m not listening, she screamed back. Shut up! Her hands couldn’t find her hair, and a memory bubbled to her mind— looking into dark glass and seeing her own face, hair twisted up in a knot, her dress covered in— Beosta flew away.
  10. He shivered. He’d been hired to follow this man— hired for a lot of money— and already he was regretting it. That usually didn’t happen until later. This one was dangerous.
  11. Haly didn’t like how things were developing. Math sucked.
  12. I think he just wondered if the knives were made of silver
  13. NOPE LOOK AT THE TOP IT SAID BLONDE GUILD
  14. This guild refuses to be quashed.
  15. 1104. Use “lol”. Constantly. Unceasingly. Ugh.
  16. 1102: Be fascinated by nothing- “Eh whatever”
  17. His frown deepened. Immune to fire. Trick of the light, or… actual magic?
  18. He frowned. Suspicious. More strange magic? He drew closer, doing his best to stay hidden.
  19. I scream and run in a tiny circle.
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