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TAKSHAKA
[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.
Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.
The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]
Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.
The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]
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and then she slaps him in the face. ]
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[ AS IF HE CAN EVEN FEEL THAT PAIN RIGHT NOW. It's his pride that's wounded. Why isn't she grateful that he spared her that potential pain?! ]
What...what was that for?
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[ she flings her arms around him with a sob. ]
W-We don't want you to get hurt!
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[ His head's kind of swimming so he can't really think too much about what she actually said. Only the fact that she's crying and hugging him. ]
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shame on you, Swan!! ]