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[healeveryone]

[Action; at the greenhouse]

Get--out!

[Is throwing garden shears at a villain too violent, when Rosalia just wants him out of the greenhouse until somebody who's supposed to deal with this stuff gets here? One of the drawbacks of being confined at home from age eight is that the third-grade lessons on stranger danger tend to fade away even without the amnesia. Never mind, Rosalia's got a hose and she's not afraid to use it. The villain in question is dressed like a starfish and why on earth any starfish villain wants to break into a greenhouse is beyond her, but he should be able to take it.]

Just stop it already and go away! You're not even scary.

[And okay that's a lie, she is scared, but she's also angry.]

The ocean is that way. Okay?

[Text; a while later]

Hey Palom, can I ask you something?

And to everyone else, if you know how to fight or do anything else like that - why did you learn? It's something I've been thinking about for a little while now.

(4% spent on early life after adoption. Move on, nothing notable here.)

Comments

[life_is_megas_wonderful]

*Whuh oh. Rozy's in trouble! She came over to tell her about the power of flowers, but it looks like there's a situation. She crouches below the plants, moving closer to the duo.*

[Text]

[trustycrowbar]

I still don't remember. But I get the feeling that I had to learn in a hurry.

[Text]

[bravegreen]

I dont remember exactly why but i think i had to know for jobs.

[nomen_est_numen]

Oh, hey, you CAN type with feathers.

I have the suspicion that learning kung fu was just the done thing where I came from. It seems far too natural to be an oddity.

[alittleblackmagic]

((Sorry for the lateness! I've been on unannounced hiatus the last few days; I should probably announce it.))

[It seems Palom has finally learned how to type. ...Sort of.]

y8es! waht is it/