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"Yeah."

Jinny had to take two steps to Jinx's long stride. She was surprised, and confused, at the other girls' reaction. She hadn't been trying to get Jinx into a fight, honestly. They weren't even friends, right? Jinx could just leave. So... why?

After making sure the door was locked and putting away her bag, she watched the grey girl with mild apprehension. Maybe she'd gotten kicked too hard? Where was the infirmary, again? One of the top levels, but that red-haired boy had accidentally torn her map...

"Red bottle? Oh, okay." She had to jump onto the cabinet to reach the second shelf, but soon she was handing it over. "...Do you want some water, too? Or maybe an ice pack? ...do we have ice packs?" Otou-san had taught her to make one out of a wet towel by sticking it in the freezer. An actual infirmary might be faster, though.

Mirage was getting too familiar with aiding battered teammates. Check breathing, check pulse, keep the head and neck stable. Clean and dress wounds, check for broken bones. The steps had become second nature at some point, but the knot in her belly never eased. As soon as Zatara got the boat up and running, she settled the unconscious Cora into it and began to make her comfortable. She knew so little about the new teammates. That was her own fault. She wasn't good at the beginning parts of knowing people, and stress had made the process so much worse.

Perhaps she could propose a sequel to Girl's Night. Daphne would love that, getting to settle in and watch movies and eat all the snacks in the base. Maybe they could do Pei's nails to match whatever hair color she had that day. Or figure out what kind of girl Cora liked.

“Seems to me that you little heroes are in quite a situation. Don’t worry, the solution is simple. My employers lost something, and they want it back now. So, how about a trade: The Metamorph for the Nymph. Hand him over, we’ll let you run. Take your chances, and the girl is cooked.”

"N-no." No. No no no -

Everything in her went still, even her breathing. She could feel rage coursing like fresh-stung venom in her veins. The buried bulk of her magic, receding and swelling, ready to drown everything around her. But this wasn't Atlantis - and she wasn't the girl she'd been back then. Before, when she'd let loose, she didn't care about anything or anyone in her vicinity. Now? Now she was loved.

And she loved in return.

Not just Kilamanjaro. Even when she didn't see eye to eye with the others, even when they wrung out the last drop of her patience, she loved them all. Zach's glitz, Daphne's sweetness, Viktor's transparency…

"...You can't." You can't leave Ja. You can't hurt Daphne. You can't blame Viktor.

You can't do anything, Kassandra.

“Our team agrees to the terms of the trade. The others will not interfere as long as Daphne is returned with no further harm done to her.”
It hurt, to not act. Even though she knew it was the safest call - Gods, did it hurt.

"...I hope your employer paid you well. I hope you spend it quickly."

She removed her earpiece, the tiny piece of technology popping like a sea grape between her trembling fingers. She had to make sure everyone else could get out safely.
I don't *think* I'm doing the murdering, but that IS an amazing idea.
I just preordered a farm rpg / murder mystery game. I have been found
Jinny was ready, and actually slightly impatient by the the time Jinx sauntered out the door. She hadn't consciously chosen to wait for the other girl, but curiousity won out. "Yeah, more questions about your time. Also was there anyone else in your class that was decent? And-" One question shoved itself in the front of the line.

"What's with the fashion show? You got new shoes or something?" They looked like everyone else's shoes. But people could be weird about clothes. Jinny could still feel other people's gazes, and it was still novel enough to piss her off. The muttering and whispered conversations... ugh.

"Hang on a sec-" Jinny stomped forward in the best impression of her father and folded her arms. "Do I have something on my face?! No? Well, fuck off then! Go be dumb somewhere else!" She was small, but she knew how to be surprisingly loud.
Magical pencil case. Casting fireball on your enemies: burn

Casting fireball on your enemies from a technicolor Lisa Frank pencil case: nuke
I am home and will be writing asap.

BTW I think you used 2 different names for your guy @Theyra.
Gonna go with a hyperpolyglot who's very good at getting information. And being a people person. Especially when those people have information.
I like this idea very much.
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