[center][h3][b][color=ec008c]JURI HAN[/color][/b][/h3]
Level 6: 41/60 
Location: Dead Zone: Qliphoth 
Word Count: short
Points Gained:  1
New EXP Balance: Level 6: 42/60 [/center]
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	Juri’s gut was right, her help wasn’t needed to secure the rest of the battlefield. The Seekers had this in the bag, despite the cheap shot free kills Consul A managed to secure. Primrose, that wizard chick, landed the final blow and blew him up on the inside. Some giant thing, Ganondorf maybe? Really tore into the Gravemind. After that, Consul D ran away. 

[b][color=ec008c]”All that power, just to die being someone else’s bitch.”[/color][/b] Juri scoffed. 

Both of them tried to get some poignant last words in. [b][color=ec008c]”MAN, you two sure are chatty for a couple of dead chumps, huh? Fuck off already, wouldja?!”[/color][/b] Juri taunted, her voice echoing last as their enemies faded into nothingness.

[b][color=ec008c]”Welp,”[/color][/b] Juri sniffed. [b][color=ec008c]”We did win. Those guys sure did talk a lot of shit for three outta four to be dead.”[/color][/b] Juri kicked at the ground where Consul A was.

[b][color=ec008c]”I’m sick of this cruddy place, let’s ditch it.”[/color][/b] Juri said when Sandalphon offered the way out.

Once back on the Avenger, Juri had no interest right now of sticking around to chat with a bunch of gloomy people. She stalked off to the hanger, in search of a new vehicle to pilfer or claim as her own. Instead, much to her delight, she found her old bike!

	She definitely remembered Midna having magic’d it up. It looks like she stored it here. Huh. Now Juri actually did feel a bit bummed out that Midna died. Still, she grinned, patting her motorcycle with a usually hidden well of sentimentality. Then she put her Ghoulsaw against it, trying to find the best places to store it. It only then occurred to her that her new weapon should have a Juri themed paint job. 

[b][color=ec008c]”Oh, baby.”[/color][/b] Juri said, running her hand down the side of the chainsaw. [b][color=ec008c]”Imagine how good you’d look in green and purple! Or purple and black.”[/color][/b] She mused. If this place had a hanger, it must have a garage. Juri set off in search of a paintjob.