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Shirona scoffed when that girl she disliked brought up that writer she disliked for the billionth time. "Alright guys, I'm out. You should be too. I don't want a half-asleep team." With that, she strode off in the direction of the nearest bed.
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(Post time skip)
A faint morning light filtered into the room through cracks in the wall and roof. Of course, it wasn't sunlight. As she correctly guessed, it was the light cast by the remaining embers that still flickered across the more flammable parts of the ruined hideout. She crawled off the bed and literally flopped onto the floor, not bothering to make the effort to stand until she had already crawled to the pile of clothes she had been wearing the day before. It surprised her sometimes how much of a habit she had for cleanliness, given her rather.. messy nature. After robing herself, she regained composure and headed to the agreed meeting place for the attack - the lower floor entrance hall of one of the smaller buildings on the outskirts of town. As she walked, she found herself wondering who, if anyone, would show up, and whether they were likely to bring items she could salvage if they died.
