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[Some would call this "the calm before the storm." A good four, maybe five hours before the countdown hits zero, and camp itself is rather . . . peaceful, in some respects. Perhaps even too quiet, as campers and counselors and alien interlopers either prepare for combat or make their way to underground safehouses. The air is cool, still, and the

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[skirtindanger]

[sitting around somewhere just outside the dojo, and for once she isn't reading. it may seem for the most part she's just staring off aimlessly in thought.]

[skirtindanger]

Why can't you just trust me on this?

[burgercraving]

Because I'm not gonna risk finding you in pieces in the morning!

[burgercraving]

But fine, do what you want.

[skirtindanger]

I'm not going to be in pieces, I promise. I'll go find you when this is all over.

[burgercraving]

You didn't tell me if you could fight a nuclear bomb or not, so I'll expect you in pieces.

[skirtindanger]

Then I'll make it a point to prove your expectations wrong.

[burgercraving]

Why the hell are you being such a pain in the ass?

[skirtindanger]

I'm being a pain?

[burgercraving]

I've spent months trying to be your friend and now you wanna die!

[skirtindanger]

-- Huh? That's not how it is at all. Of course I don't want to die!

[burgercraving]

You're not that tough. That smurf kid can beat your ass!

[skirtindanger]

Shut up, Black✩Star doesn't have anything to do with this. I'm not that weak!

[burgercraving]

If you can't beat him, how are you gonna beat the Apocalypse?

[skirtindanger]

I'm not the only one who's decided to do this. By myself, this would be impossible, but don't underestimate me.

[burgercraving]

So what's your plan again?