Jenny paced the corridors of the facility in a state of agitation. I can't believe this, she silently cursed. Almost none of the newer recruits are ready for actual fighting. Are the Masters trying to get us all killed? She pondered that question for a second, considering the nature of the enemy, before mentally correcting it. She resumed fuming. Are the Masters trying to get us all turned into Heartless? Jenny continued to pace for some time, her anger stewing. Eventually, her pragmatist side won out, and she headed down to the archives to check which worlds she would likely be visiting.
As Jenny navigated the dusty corridors of the cavernous archives, she calmed down considerably. She liked books. So much knowledge and history compressed into thin sheets of paper. Kinda funny, if you thought of it that way. She began to wander aimlessly amidst the colossal shelving.
When her travails brought her to the seats near shelf #789, Jenny's demeanor had returned to it's usual cheery self. She noticed Twilight,sat down next to him, and said, "Hey, Twilight! What are you doing this deep in the stacks? Where are we, 789? Yeah. There's nothing back here but ancient history and irrelevant texts."
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