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macie leans her shoulder against the wall of the hallway, a safe spot to settle for the moment. at least nothing could attack her from that side; unless it was like the shitty old horror movies and the monsters lived in the wall or something. it’s so stupid, but her weight presses into the wall just to make sure there’s no give in it. “ the power went out, ” she answers flatly. “ and the bar literally never closes. ” there’s no way to tell time here. whether it was time for sleep, time to wake up, or just the middle of her waking hours, the bar was open. “ i have interest, but what character are you? ” she asks with an arched brow. “ none of them were really fighters. ”
. Rory hadn’t held high hopes of her even considering it, her wary behavior leading him to think that she’d take the first opportunity to get as far away from him as possible.
“Well...” He ventured, trying to avoid sounding argumentative. “I mean, Scrappy-Doo could be pretty adversarial.” He shrugged lightly. “I’d probably be Scrappy, but mainly on account of his being yappy and gung-ho.” His tone was in jest, but he wasn’t. “Who would you be?”














