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Uhh, random moderately high ranking soldier?

To be honest, I'm not even sure what I'm doing in context here. I got kinda bonked in the head by the teleporting out thing and didn't really know what to do in general, or how it was supposed to function. Whatever best drives the story forward, anyway.

Uh.... you can totally retcon it. We're totally retconning things anyway right? *waves retcon wand*

I've been reading it all and I'm still not entirely sure what's going on, so like, yeah. Also you should obviously sacrifice your parents to our lord and savior Uncle Sheo.

Hi so behind, I'm dad

"Same here. I suppose. See you again sometime, or not. Either way, not in my power. Maybe in yours." Corinne shrugged, as a light started glowing around her, the same light that had surrounded Jeanne earlier. Others around her were also vanishing, in twos and threes, slowly. Some weren't and...

That wasn't an answer. Corinne was about to voice this opinion out loud, before noticing Jeanne - or rather, the spot where she'd been before vanishing. She cursed softly. Time was running out, then. Time was always running out. She walked to where the lance was stabbed into the ground, and...

Corinne backed away a step, then two, eyeing the lance warily. "What? I mean, sure, I guess, but what? How do I even deal with a prisoner..." She shook her head, making sure to keep Yeshua in her sight. "In all seriousness, why are you doing this? Unless you don't want to tell me, in which case...

Psst, @Royaled , can I ask what exactly your character is up to here? If it's been stated, then I missed it, so sorry. (Just need to know vague things cause danger sense and all that)

INDEED! Don't worry, she'll probably drop them if she sees a weapon she thinks is cooler. Currently I'm kind of obsessing over those weird straight Japanese short sword things. Mmm, shiny.

Corinne tumbled twice before getting her movement under control, at which point she landed in a neat backflip upon the rocky ground. She lifted back into the air just as the ground began its impression of an epileptic grandmother, and scanned the area. "This is kind of out of my weight class,"...

Disgusting Canadian French, ew. Get it away!

Aren't we all, man. That's why I just jump in the (figurative) kiddie pool! When compared to all the little kids using it as a toilet, I'm practically a god.

Moi, j’ai étudié le français à l’école depuis quelques anneés, mais je sais que ça ne me donne pas une bonne compréhension. J’étais le meilleur dans ma classe, mais ils sont toutes stupides.

Okay but the mix of tenses hurts me

While I'm at it, do any of y'all actually speak French, or are you just using google translate? I can speak it to some degree which obviously means i can lord it over you all if you don't, right? :^)

She'd never admit it, of course, but giant wings made Corinne feel a little inadequate. Compensating for something, though, surely. Yes, that was it. "Oh, sorry," she said, bracing herself against the wind so she only ceded a few steps instead of being blown away. "I'm not really caught up on...

"Oh, hello!" Corinne waved. "You're pretty! Sorry I have to fight you, but I'm not all that good, and anyway I don't like bleeding." She raised her chakrams, gripping them tighter. Shame it wasn't the right kind of battle to channel her power. But, beggars couldn't be choosers. "Corinne La...

My character: *brings flowers then trips and falls into them and the flowers, getting thorns and leaves everywhere, then lies on the ground out of shame*

(Can I crash this party?) Hot, hot, hot. Ooh, a big rock. Glad she didn't actually have to walk over that one. "Jeanne?" Corinne called. "Hello? Ou etes-vous?" A severed arm came flying from the distance at an impressive speed, landing with a squelch on the dusty ground before her. Corinne...