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/at that point hubert would probably be nursing a headache and just respond with a sigh and something along the lines of, “I think it’s time we just let the horses die, Rose.”

                                           You’re hot and you’re cold   Well for starters, he wouldn’t have to listen to her wavering   between sincerity and sarcasm. At points it became hard to   tell the two apart, and no doubt his own rebuttals were becoming   blurred as to which there were as well.                                            You’re yes and you’re no                      “I never said anything about dying.                       I just said go on ahead. As in, it                       would be very much appreciated                       were you to later return with, say,                       some gels or someone that can use                       healing artes, as, in my exhausted                       state, I cannot currently do so.”                                            You’re up and you’re down   Were his hand not covered in blood he’d be rubbing his temples,   as Rose was enough to give him a headache had he not already   had one from battle. Annoyingly—extremely annoyingly—she’d  fared far better.                                            You’re—whatever the rest of that song was                      “So go on then, shoo. Unless you truly                       feel like merely waiting here as I bleed                       out. It’ll be far from exciting, I promise.                       And hardly a proper use of time either, I’d think.”

"Don't even try to act all high and mighty. Your- albeit brief- howl of pain could have awoken the dead." It's not even that vital of an area. "Now, in the words of a wise man, stop talking. Talking makes you die." Rose looked around before getting up to retrieve her side bag. Please, please, please...

As she walked back to her bleeding comrade, she searched through the contents of the small bag, the sound of glass bottles clinking together as she rummaged through it. A small "ah-ha" escaped her when she found the one she was looking for. "I only have two more of these with me, so try not to get hurt again."

    CONCERN !! ETCHED into the line and stretch of a down turned     mouth. They are prompt in assuring the care of the stranger,      approaching quietly, slowly. It would not serve to spook them,     or be swiftly rebuffed, violently if proximity permitted. 

     "That's quite the troubled look you have. Is everything alright?"

do the thing

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/the struggle, friend, i feel u

I mean like if I did the thing a certain someone would jump on it like it was a trampoline, and I would definitely stay up for the crack that would no doubt show up because of it.

She sat as a noblewoman did. 

                  Her back is straight,                   legs crossed ...

☂ :Storms or clear skies?

Flying in the rain is near impossible. She doesn’t like it, and lightning has been ruined for her by Kanzas. Rose will take a clear sky any day of the week.

☛ :What is their typical response to being given orders?

It depends on who’s giving them. If it’s someone she respects, like a friend or her actual leader, like Diaz, then she’ll follow them without question unless it’s downright stupid.