Jasper’s so-called albino rage trickled to a stop a few moments ago, but her recent actions brought about a new round of fury from the opposite pack. Gary, previously as happy as a baby bird on its safe and comfortable perch (literally, sorry Luke), suddenly went from a mood which could be aptly described as “YOLO” to something akin to murderous. The emotional (and physical, I must say) metamorphosis happened in the span of let’s say, 5 seconds? Probably longer than that because she was busy giggling at Jasper thinking that said albino had a crush on her best friend and was about to go kissy-kissy you cute little baby except something about Sacha ending up with somebody felt wrong? Not to her, but to somebody else, but she felt the wrongness in their place. Merp. The girl tried to remember just who it was who was supposed to be all jelly with Sacchin getting all them ladies, but she couldn’t bring up a thing. The slightest resonance of emotion, the delicate ripple of laughter in the air, the most miniature of colors flying by almost as if a part of a film… All ceased to exist as soon as she tried to put her finger on something. How very confusing. Everything was confusing but… This.

“You heart eating, snail climbing, toffee grinding [b]wreEEENCH[/b]!” Yep, Gary just used a mechanic’s tool as a curse. 

She aggressively pushed herself away from Luke, giving him all sorts of bruises as she scrambled down (haphazardly) from her perch, and the pole was handed over to Sacha despite the fact that she would have given a king’s ransom earlier for him not to have it. Gary fell badly on one foot, since her other one got snagged on Luke’s cloak, but the pain she attained from placing all her weight on one foot which was placed over unsteady terrain was forgotten. In a pink flash she ran over in front of her friend and, tiny as the pink-haired girl was, pushed Jasper away.

Yep, she [i]pushed[/i] someone who was a few good inches taller away, which would have resulted in something funny but in this case the force Gary exerted was enough for the bigger party to step back, or even stumble on a rock (‘[b]AND HIT HER WHITE MEAN HEAD ON SOMETHING![/b]’ Gary thought). The intensity of color flowing down from Gary’s head was matched by the vivid blush spread all over her face, and her cheeks started puffing out.
What an adorable little blowfish Pinky was turning out to be, eh?

“[b]AuuuughhhhhhHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAuueeeaGH!!![/b]” Gary yelled, jumping up and down in a flash of color. She took more steps forward and pushed Jasper away again. “Go away, you living wreck of jelly and sour pus! I hate you I hate you I hate you! I hope you and Philosophy Pants stick together forever and die [b]A HORRID GUMMY DEATH YEAH YOU HEARD ME I HOPE YOU TURN INTO A PIECE OF GUM AND THAT SOME WEIRD DRAGON GOBBLES YOU UP I SURE AS HECKSLING WON’T SHED A TEAR!!![/b]” She hollered before stomping her foot down. A few pebbles scattered as soon as her shoes fell down against the cavern floor. “[b]WIPE THAT OFF SACCHIN’S FACE![/b] I don’t care if you use your skin! Or your [b]CONGEALED BLOOD[/b] in the shape of a towel! [b]I DON’T CARE BECAUSE I HATE YOU[/b]! [b]NOBODY TOUCHES MY SACCHIN, YOU GOT THAT!? YEAH YOU SURE WILL ONCE I’M DONE WITH YOU![/b] I’m go[b]NNA STICK MY POLE THROUGH YOUR HEAD AND[/b]-”
… Aforementioned statement reclaimed.
Gary was about to resume her rant, but chattering- or at least, the sounds of bickering- caught her ears and she spun around, instantly alert.

“I don’t see how they’re going to die spontaneously within a cave. Last time I checked, there were no slime ogres in this town. The lot of them moved out to Fetor last last last something, and they’re very friendly. Sing a lot too,” Songbird’s voice resonated within the cavern as footsteps grew nearer to both groups. In time, the silhouettes of the approaching group crumbled away to reveal the very guides themselves, all wearing different expressions on their faces soon as they saw the state of the humans (particularly the bleeding Hakuren who might have some pity from the guides with whom he was popular with).

Songbird, of course, was used to seeing all kinds of things go down. Heck, he saw a giant chicken give birth to a snake. Still, he wasn’t really happy to find the humans trussed up like so, especially a certain girl who was being manhandled by another girl half her size. “Oi cotton candy head, get off,” He snapped and strode forward, long legs easily closing the distance between their group and Jasper, whom he helped regain her balance. He gave her a glance from head to toe, winced, did an all-over inspection again, sighed, then ultimately faced the aggressors. Thugbird was ready to release some violence- 

“Wait a minute. I know you!” His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the yet furious Gary, who glared back at him defensively.

“Yeah, I know you too!” She shot back loudly. The expression on her face dared him to lay a finger on her only to have it cracked in a gazillion pieces and used for piranha chum.

After a few seconds of tense silence, Gary’s features relaxed and she regaled Songbird with curiosity instead of her previous animosity (which was initially directed to Jasper, of course). “Wait… Who [i]are[/i] you?” She asked brightly.

“Welp, no matter, lez go guise!” Gary chirped and bounded back to her team before the item hunter was able to give his reply to her query. “They’re so troublesome to deal with! Here Sacchin, have some tissue. Or whatever this is,” She declared before sticking a wad of a paper-like substance on the male’s goopy face.

It stuck.