Kyra's Bizarre Adventure

[Kana Truden]

On Corellia there once lived a crazed inventor, a very long time ago, named Kloonan the Plo-Koonian. Well, naturally that wasn’t his real name, and neither had anyone ever really assumed so. It was actually Frank Derringer, but with old age came the fragility of mind, and with a fragility of the mind came an increasing sense of eccentrism that was hard to find within the crowds that still retained their sanity. Frank Derringer was a former security detail worker for CorSec who had more than the one time helped come up with inventive new ways of keeping people out of places they didn’t belong in during the Gulag Plague. An unfortunate victim of not just the plague that killed his whole family, but a victim of his own genius, Frank had in his old age created a wide variety of traps and lock mechanisms. Mechanisms that up until just a few moments ago had thought to be dormant.

That was up until some Zeltron kid decided to touch it, and upon touch would find herself doused in not just teargas, but grease, feathers, beaten with blunt poles that were concealed in the doorframe she had approached, and promptly tazed. At the very least the lighter at the end of the taser hadn’t worked. Management had already engaged in a full-on damage control mode, stating that the demonstration of said item had been planned as a special showcase using dummies or practiced stuntmen. Everyone at the scene had been mortified, much less the rest of the Jedi that had been in attendance at the show. What had seemed to be an innocent and fun, if a bit unorthodox museum display, had quite quickly turned into something else entirely.

As the kid was rushed into a small clinic just a few blocks down from the scene of the accident everyone at hand would rush to the door to receive her. She was still alive, still conscious, but undoubtedly in a lot of pain. As they put her on the stretcher, Kana would approach to give the report a curious read-through it with a mumble.

“Blunt force… Greased and feathered… Tased.” She had to keep herself from laughing. As far as injuries went, this one went and took that extra step into bizarre that she had found to be ever so rare. “Well, Miss…” Kana began and then checked the paper again. “Kyra Perl. Don’t you worry about a thing, we’ll set you straight and get you ready to go as fast as we can.”

The doctor checked her papers yet again.

“Is there anyone we should call? Any close relative or person responsible for your well-being?”

 

[Kyra Perl]

(LMAO, cruel!)



"I WANT MY MOM," Kyra hollered through the pain.

Her vision was blurry, the tear gas obstructing her vision and making breathing a painful affair. Still, she managed to scream for Joza Perl, a name she hoped would leave the museum workers quaking as she was carted away. The girl failed to see how the galaxy might not be half as scared of her mother's wrath as she thought they should be. Didn't they know who she was? They were so being sued!

The girl blubbered and sobbed out on that stretcher, ribs broken, lumps on her head aching. She couldn't see, she couldn't breath, and hell- was something tickling her nose? She clawed feathers blindly off her face, the most pitiful noises of distress echoing from her. She was half certain that if her siblings were anywhere on the same planet they'd hear her and come running. But as it stood, she was alone. Only the other padawans had been with he-...

Oh gods.

She was gonna have to face her class after this.

Oh gods.

She whined and curled up, tears mixing with grease. It was hard to know who was around her in the chaos. It was hard to make sense of what her senses told her. All that was apparent was there were bodies and they were concerned.

And amused.

A noise hitched in her throat. "It's not funnnnnny," she whined. "I want to go hooooome." Curiously enough, the girl's distress was tangible around them, force sensitive or not, one would feel it press upon them as they reached for her skin. Not exactly how zeltron's worked. Her empathic ability got a bit whacky when distressed.

 

[Kana Truden]

Well, there was just the small issue that Kana had absolutely no idea who ‘mom’ was or where ‘home’ was for that matter. Of course, in reality there were only so few people with the last name of Perl and who happened to be Zeltrons. It would however be wrong of Kana to make an assumption that just because this girl shared last name with Joza Perl it meant that she was Joza’s child. For all she knew this kid could have been a crazed fan of the undeniably infamous club owner, yet…

“Send a message to Joza Perl, ask if she happens to have a child named Kyra Perl.” Kana said and nodded one of the nurses away from the stretcher. The nurse didn’t leave, however.

“Doc, the comms are still sort of down.” The nurse said. “Went down just after they called to warn us about the young girl, remember?”

“Ah, right.” Kana said and wrote the name down on a small note and handed it to the nurse. “When they are up, make sure you find her and ask if she has a kid, and if so that she has been injured on Corellia.”

This kid must have done something horribly mean to deserve this kind of bad luck. First the trap, then the comms at the clinic. Well, at least Kana was equipped to help with one of those issues, technically both, but specialized in the former. Funny how life took its’ turns sometimes. Regardless, she approached the kid as she was put down on a bed. It was hard not to feel bad for her. This was by all accounts something nobody would ever think to happen.

“Alright, Kyra.” Kana said and pulled up a chair next to the bed. “I’m gonna need you to stop moving around so much. This will be over soo-”

“Doc!” One of the nurses shouted as they barged in through the door.

“What?!” Kana burst in surprise.

“We have lawyers from the museum knocking at our door.” The nurse said and looked over at Kyra. “They want to speak with the girl.”

“Well, tell them to wait.” Kana said and turned back towards Kyra. “The girl needs attentio-”

“Now-” The nurse tried.

“No, later.” Kana cut him off and turned back towards the kid again. “Now, try to relax. ”

The nurse left the room and Kana put her hand to Kyra’s forehead to both wipe away some of the grease that had been poured straight onto her head as well as to let the force seep into her body and take away some measure of the pain. It wasn’t immediate, it was slow if anything, but it was one hell of a lot faster than it would have been if Kyra had been left to her own devices. The burn in her eyes would be the first to go away, Kana feeling the pain pierce against her own eyes as the healing took effect. It was like cutting a damn onion. Stung real bad and Kana couldn’t help herself from letting the wetworks leak for just the tiniest amount.

“There-” She sobbed. “There you go.” Kana coughed, cleared her throat and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Should be able to see now.”

 

[Kyra Perl]

Every time someone burst in, Kyra let out another cry. Less chatting, more helping! She nearly declared. But her sister was a healer herself and Kyra understood the high demands that went on such workers. It was enough to have her bite her tongue, though surely the next person to interrupt and make her wait longer would get a feather shoved up their nose.

She felt the presence of the healer float around her. She could sense the way the forced echoed inside of her. When the woman reached for her Kyra blindly stretched towards her, meeting her halfway and letting out a whimper as she pressed her forehead into the woman's hand. Help, help, help. The padawan implored, the force trying sway an already already swayed helper into providing aid. Kyra didn't care if it was improper of her, she was so desperate for the relief that slowly flooded her, she would have done anything in that moment for it to speed up.

Kyra let out a shuddering breath as her eyes cleared up, her lids peeled open to reveal bloody shot irises that scattered about. She took in the room around her, her sense of panic starting to diminish now that she had a sense of control back about her.

There was something insanely vulnerable about being blind and incapacitated.

Kyra sniffled and warbled, wiping ineffectively at her face too. "My mom is Joza Perl. And I-I-I- I wanna see her now." While her words were demanding, her tone was small and flat out distressed. This was worse than crashing her mother's speeder in front of her crush. Or ripping her pants mid split in front of her older sister's friends.

This was grade A mortifying, teenage horror story number one. And frankly, the girl just needed a hug. And a shower. Geeze.

 

[Kana Truden]

Kana slowly nodded to offer some measure of reassurement for the young girl. So many eyes, so many different people who would remember this day for the rest of their lives. On the bright side it also meant that they were likely to remember Kyra for the rest of their lives as well, so depending on if she wanted to be remembered or not she was making some great progress already. Yet, this kid clearly wanted her mom, and well,

“Sorry, kiddo. Our comms went down not too long before you got here.” Kana said and repeated what she had told the nurse, just in case Kyra had been in too much agony to remember that part. “Not to worry though, we have plenty of people here for you. Myself included.”

She motioned for Kyra to slow down again. Kana wasn’t much for hugs, or… Well kids, really. She had made great strides but only thanks to Avalore’s insistence that Kana hold her kid every now and then. Or well, she had back when Kana was still around there. Since the Alliance fell there hadn’t been too much of it. The family was moving on and it was about time Kana did the same. So instead of giving a hug, Kana placed her hand on the girl’s greasy shoulder.

“And hey look, in the long run your fellow padawans will probably forget all about this.” She let her thumb stroke gently against the Padawan’s shoulder. Kids usually seemed to calm down from that as if it was something like the second best thing to a hug. “Now please, there is more to be done. You still need some-”

The door swung open with a bang and the grab on the shoulder turned into a vice-like grip as Kana jumped in her seat. Turning back around towards the door again she let out a shrill shriek as she let the girl go.

“WHAT?!” Her voice nearly cracked for a second.

Two men in suits. Black jacket, black tie, white shirt, rigid posture, looked like they hadn’t felt emotion in fifty years. It was clear as day what these people were: bureaucrats. But not just any kind of bureaucrat, the worst kind of bureaucrat: lawyers. Kana let out a frustrated sigh and got up to them.

“We represent the Kloon-” They both started at once. One of them in Basic, the other in Huttese.

“And I represent get the hell out of my office before I have to treat you as well!” She ushered them out the door with a kinetic push. Papers flew out of their arms and they nearly fell over trying to keep from getting pushed out of the room. “Time and place, people! Time and place.”

For good measure Kana called forth a chair and propped it against the door to keep others from barging back in again.

“There, that should keep us from being interrupted. Again. Now, where were we?” Kana said and let out a sigh as she took a seat by the kid's bed again. “Ah, right. Please lie down and try to think of something cute.”

Kana let her fingers touch against the bump in the girl’s hand to ease the dull pain. She winced in discomfort at the procedure, taking on the pain of her patient as the cure went on.

 

[Kyra Perl]

"I'll tell you something cute--" And words that were never permitted to enter Silver Rest Halls echoed through the medical room.


Kyra panted once the ache in her head passed, the girl's capacity for anger and swearing exhausted right out of her. It was tiring affairs, getting half beaten to death then denied mother privileges. Her ability to inform Kana of exactly could be done to her via sabers and her butt diminished drastically when the sharp pains of healing entered her skull and resonated through the solid concussion her brain had endured.

She groaned, her breathes ragged and painful, damn tear gas and broken ribs, Kana would likely have to be at this for a while. "Wha- what's going on?" Kyra murmured, dazed. Was her head heal or was that just a trick from the lawyers. She stared dumbly at their faces watching her through the patient room window. Her head lolled towards Kana, the pain had lessened but a sense of fogginess that had launched through her thoughts. Her disorientation was clear in her gaze.

"Whoarethey? Whoareyou.WhatamIdoinghere?" She squinted at Kana. "Are you jedi?"

 

[Kana Truden]

The echo of the expletives and sons of a things lingered at the back of Kana’s mind and made her have to keep another grin from spreading on her lips. Death threats were far from a new thing, and especially not from aggravated patients.

“You’re at a clinic.” Kana said to answer the girl’s first question. Maybe she had lost track of where she was? It was common in situations like these. Yet before she could explain anything more there came a barrage of questions and Kana couldn’t help but raise her brows and puff her cheeks as she exhaled into a long sigh. “Ho’boy.”

“Well they are lawyers, and given their rush I’d say you are in trouble. I am your doctor, and you are here because you were hurt very badly touching something you were not meant to touch. I’d assume that’s why they are here, too.”

“As for me being a Jedi,” She leaned in. “Keep it between us, yeah?”

“Look, not going to lie. Your eyes and your head I can deal with, but broken bones… That’s a different story. Those take more time.” She did nothing to cause any more pain for the girl, she had quite clearly had enough of that. Getting up from her seat Kana wandered up and picked up one of the papers that the lawyers had dropped and took a quick read through it.

To the affected Mrs. Kyra Perl,

In accordance to Common Sense Law section 9, paragraph 23, the Kloonian Museum of Traps and Security stands willing to assuage any and all mental pain for either party involved by offering the chance to resign any and all rights to sue the museum for any and all compensation for injuries suffered.

In return for not telling any third party about the dangers of the exhibit during which the injury was suffered, or the entirely legal operations through which Mrs. Kyra Perl was carried through on her way to the doctor, the Kloonian Foundation stands to offer a ten credit sum in recompense as a means to repay the bills accrued at the visit to the Korr Memorial Clinic.

Signed,
Keer Ferthnam, Chairman of the Kloonian Foundation.

Upon finish Kana let out a snort and chuckle.

“This is dumb.” She said and handed the letter to Kyra. “Looks like they don’t want you to sue.”

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra took the paper, her hands shaking and sticky as she brought it up to her face to read it.

"What?" She exclaimed, her shaking only increasing. "That's it? They nearly tared me to death!" She crumpled up the paper, glaring dead at the lawyers as she did so. Finally, a spark of emotion entered their faces in the form of an ever so slight frown. That would be their answer then? They turned from her and dissolved into hushed murmurs. Kyra tossed the ball at the window, a grease mark left behind where it hit.

"My mom is gonna turn them into dog meat," she declared, her fogginess seeming to slowly subside. She pulled herself into a seated position, letting out a swath of whimpers that may or may not be called for, and frankly who could blame her in a moment like this. She looked herself over, growing more flustered at the sight of each brilliant bruise breaking through the pink sheen of her skin. "What kinda psychopath... educational museum. With children."

It was so easier to be angry than embarrassed. It was a path her ego accepted wholeheartedly.

"Bah!"

She seemed to notice the quasi-jedi before her again, and true to form her curiosity struck. "You never said your name. Or why a jedi would be in such a random place as here. Where's your saber-- you on a mission?" Every jedi had to be on a mission, if you asked her. She couldn't conceptualize any of her masters kicking back and eating chocolate the movie theatres. Incompatible. There had to be something else here.

 

[Kana Truden]

Not an entirely unwarranted reaction. Lawyers were rarely the bringer of good news, and especially not when it was related to injury. As Kyra had her say at the men that were hidden safely behind glass, Kana Turned to look at the crumpled greasy ball as it slowly slid off of the surface of the glass, leaving a trail of grease as it did so. The healer shook her head and returned her focus to the girl and her questions.

But first things first,

“There is no emotion, there is peace.” She said back at the girl with a calm pat at the girl’s shoulder. “Temper your anger, Kyra Perl. We know better than to let that get to us, right?”

Not more than two seconds passed before Kana shrugged and threw her arms in the air in an even wider shrug.

“But hey, beyond that, my name is Kana and I am a Jedi Healer, so why wouldn’t I be in a place such as this?” The good doctor said and spread her arms as if to demonstrate that they were in fact in a room taking care of someone in much need of some healing. “I have a saber, but I don’t exactly need it when taking care of you. That is, of course, unless you keep latching onto that anger and what-not.”

“And finally, no. Not really on a mission, I just don’t have anywhere to call home at this point. I was part of the ‘New’ Jedi Order on Sullust before the Alliance fell apart.” The older jedi said and seemed to roll her eyes at the ‘new’ part. It too was old at this point, just like the one that had raised Kana as their own. “That fact alone is enough to keep quiet, so I would appreciate it if you did the same. Not particularly keen on First Order agents or Sith muck-ups trying to find me and all that.” Kana said and leaned back in her seat. “Now what about you? Not many Jedi Orders around at this point, and you don’t exactly reek of the dark side yet. Where are you from, and why did you decide to step right into this death trap that was apparently on display at the museum?”

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra snorted.

Of course there was emotion! But she didn't quip that back, the stranger's chastising doing its work and making her check herself.


Her gaze shot around for the woman's saber, more curious than mistrusting of her by this point. The healer had healed her. And at her own detriment to boot. Kyra was in stable enough condition to function again, even throw a paper ball. And after a beating like that.... well, that did leave you a little grateful.

She flushed at the suggestion that she might turn dark, a large sore spit hit inside of her.

"I'm not dark!" She blubbered out at her when asked about herself in turn. "I'm with the silver jedi, which is like-- as light as it gets!" She slyly smelled herself, panicked. "It must be the grease," she reasoned desperately. "I'm not a sith, nuh-uh. See. Eyes aren't red." She forced them wide open, which was ironic really. Cause they were blood shot to shit, though distinctly blue.

"And my saber! Purple!" The padawan opened it mid treatment room, the humming length erupting and nearly jabbing at equipment.

 

[Kana Truden]

This kid was something else though, a pretty nice and fresh breeze from the usual patients she had. Hell, she was even a nice change of pace when it came to Jedi as a whole. In Kana’s day they were all brooding and self-righteous. In part because they had to do something to get their mind off of the losses they were taking, and in some part because it gave them some sense of focus or purpose. Kana herself was guilty of it, though her pessimism and ideas of a righteous cause would seem to be tempered by old age. The fact that Kyra could even afford to be this up-and-up, well, maybe it meant that the world of Jedi politics were looking up again.

As the girl began to make the point that she weren’t dark even going to such lengths as to ignite her saber to prove a point. Kana couldn’t help but finally let that facade drop in full and let out a small chuckle. Yeah, this kid was alright.

“Trust me, kid. I know the dark side, some would even say intimately so. Spent time in a magma cell for it.” Kana said and let that amused smile linger. “Nah, you’re fine. Besides, the side effects are more along the line of your skin growing real sickly pale and your fingernails begin to drop off. Which is not to mention the wrinkles.”

The doctor withdrew a small kit for the ribs and set it down by the bed.

“You know, one of my best friends once had a purple lightsaber like that.” Kana said and began to take out equipment and meds to set the ribs straight. “She was… Unique.”

Corvus always had been.

“Now, sit still. This will hurt like hell.”

The procedure to correct the bones was set in motion as the equipment seemed to wrap around Kyra’s lower chest with a loose grip meant to hold her in place while Kana let the force act as the thread and needle that would stitch the bones back together again. A wildfire burned against the inside of her chest, tore at her lungs and caused her arm to shiver, and before long Kana would withdraw her hand. The rib wasn’t fully fixed, but compared to how it was before it was far better. At least now it was just a little more than a fracture. Something Kyra could heal on her own with the right meds.

Kana let in a deep breath to get herself back again.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra's screams cut off, echoing inside her ears. The girl panted, and utter wimp and then some when it came to pain. She hitched and sobbed and tore fiercely at the bindings holding her, not calming down until she made them release her with a force assisted snap.

Kyra curled into a ball, a feat only made possible because the ribs were reset. Healing didn't hurt when Nida did it. Not really. Her finger tips still tingled in pain when she uncurled, and if there was any questioning her reaction as theatrics, it would be dashed but the look of utter distress the wide-eyed girl leveled up at her.

"Sh-Sh-Show me your nails," she demanded, half shaking as she held her hand out for them.

To check for a sith, of course. Pain like that was unnatural.

 

[Kana Truden]

Oh no, not again. Kana gave the girl a guilty look as she seemed to writhe in pain. She lost all trust she had in Kana in that moment, and in many regards she had all right in the world to. The healer gave her hand a glance and frowned. At the girl's request she spread her fingers before her to show some very well-maintained fingernails that still latched on to the ends of her fingers.

In all honesty, the fingernail part was a lie but there was no reason to tell Kyra that. At least not if Kana wanted her to lose even the small measure of trust that she still had. Lies had the tendency to make people forget those.

"You're not wrong to ask." Kana said and tried to salvage the trust. "The pain you felt can be best described as your limbs getting stitched back together."

"It's been a decade since I briefly fell to the dark side and came back again." Kana said and looked off into the distance. Her grey eyes eventually set on the girl again to give a reassuring nod. "I have not gone back since then, but the mark it leaves you with can have lasting effects."

"What is important here and now is that your ribcage is better. Still need to see to that eye, if you don't mind."

 

[Kyra Perl]

"Ahh-h-h." Kyra scattered back, avoiding the woman like an animal expecting to be hit.

"Nu-uh, no way, I know what comes next. I can take it from here." She ducked and shied back, curling her aching body into a ball as she pressed against the wall. Now that she was 'stitched back together', her discomfort had fallen off twofold. If you had told her she had just gone through another class getting beaten up my Master Yuroic instead of being beaten to pulp by a trap, she'd believe you. She could handle where her body was at now.

Sadly, she was use to where her body was at now.

She'd get better with a saber one day....

When the woman didn't push it, she slowly began to relax. Her resheathed saber warmed in her hands, bringing her a bout of comfort as she studied the woman with skeptism that was quickly disintegrating.

"...You went dark?" Came the careful question, her tone alight with curiosity.

 

[Kana Truden]

"Well, naturally. I just told you so." Kana said and laughed at herself. There was no real sense of fear on Kana, much less worry. Would the kid push her luck, Kana had her saber within enough of a reach to defend herself. Not that she expected that she would need to.

"I was led to believe, by a powerful Sith mentalist no less, that my friends had misled me in the field. So I deserted, went to Coruscant, made mistakes, came back with the help of the friends that I had thought lied to me."

At this point it was little more than a bad memory. Kana had gotten over herself, gotten over the mistakes she had done, and accepted what it meant for her moving forward.

"It's a very insidious feeling though. Once you get the taste for it you won't ever stop feeling its presence, like a sweet stuck between the back of your teeth that you just can't seem to quite get rid of no matter how hard you try." Kana leaned back in her seat and looked over at Kyra with a curious glance. "Say, you're a curious creature, aren't you?"

"Tell you what, ask me anything and I will try to give you an answer about it. About the dark, that is." Kana said and tapped at the canister of bacta in her hand. "After that, if you still don't trust me, I can give you some meds to take care of the rest of your surface damage, or if you want I can take care of it myself. That's your choice."

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra ran her tongue over her teeth, but all she tasted was grease. She made a face, trying to spat the texture out of her mouth.

"It's not that I dont trust you," she told the woman carefully. She studied her for a long moment more, looking for signs of a pallid complexion. She probed the healer curiously with the force, fussing out for sign of darkness amongst her signature. Kyra felt nothing but good intent, a fact which had her slowly unravel from her ball against the wall.

The cornered animal began to resemble a girl again. Kyra rubbed at her face as she relaxed.

"It's just. Well. That hurt. ...Is that the darkside in you?" She asked rapidly. "Does it make you hurt? Was it always that way? Is it a punishment?"

 

[Kana Truden]

"Yeah, I've found that the dark leaves that mark on you. I think it's the little wound that wants to create more wounds, essentially." Kana said and considered the other questions. "I feel pieces of the pain that my patient feels when I heal them, yes, but it goes away when I stop the treatement. It wasn't always like that."

"What about you?" Kana asked and flipped the focus back onto Kyra. "Have you ever come in contact with someone else who might be more entrenched in the dark?"

 

[Kyra Perl]

"I don't think so," Kyra responded, almost vehement in her intensity. But a bout of unsureness hit her tone immediately after. Her expression caught, her next words timid as they followed it up. "Unless..." Her fingers twisted around themselves, the girl clearly nervous.

"Does killing things count?" Her voice grew smaller which each word. "Like... when you're angry?" Her eyes had turned wide and conflicted up at Kana, the girl was clearly wanting one answer and was distressed over getting the other.

Strange how she could ask these questions to stranger, but she had been holding them in for weeks at the academy. For a moment it felt like a safe spot. She was sure what she said wouldn't follow her anywhere, Kana clearly did not want anymore jedi interaction than she currently had.

Wait, why was that?

 

[Kana Truden]

The healer gave the girl a warm smile as she began to curl up again. Despite the girl asking about murder, that smile didn't falter. If anything Kana would smile even wider as it was just about the one question she had pondered the most ever since she 'came back.' The answer was naturally,

"Much like anything about the force there is no simple yes or no to that question." She said and gave a half-hearted shrug. "As a Jedi, technically it's wrong, but I'd personally say it's more about what you take away from it. If you hold onto that anger, let it become a part of who you are... That is when you're in trouble, but we can't really deny ourselves the right to feel emotion either. It doesn't quite work like that."

For a second Kana fell quiet as she considered what to say. She was technically sitting right there with Kyra having the experience with both. Hell, it was anger that had gotten her to fall so easy. She knew the intoxicating presence that illusion of catharsis had and how it was easy to crave more of it once the ball started rolling. At the very least,

"You seem to understand the severity of such a thing though, and as long as you do I wouldn't worry about it. Sometimes we are forced to do things that we won't like because of a situation that is beyond oru control." Yet Kana raised her finger to truly push the point home. "That does not excuse it though, but it's good to keep in mind. Generally, try not to act on anger. The catharsis ain't real, it only serves to make you even more angry."

Though Kana had to admit, there was the one question she wanted to know.

"What, or who, did you kill?"

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra looked guilty away. "...A group of trandoshens," she admittedly quietly. "They had tried to enslave a wookie village I was at... slavers tore my family apart once, I... couldn't allow it." And by allow, she meant she had gotten very very mad and charged their transport ship down and took it over halfway through hyperdrive, but who was asking.

"My friend was there and- .... I got shot and... we were scared and... not strong enough so...I mean, we saved everyone?" She asked, her voice growing increasingly smaller. "Butwekilledalottoo. He like... crunched a whole wall. ...But you can't tell anyone!" She exclaimed, flushing as the secrets bleed out of her without thought of consequences. She had just held them in for so long, and her head-- it was the bumbs there, right? She tried to reason.

"We haven't done it again!"