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Bronte: "Why are you like this?"

Sophie: "When I started talking out of the womb, my mother almost dropped me."

Oralie: "That's horrible!"

Sophie: "Hey, I said almost."

Sophie: "She threw me at the wall instead."

Mr. Forkle: "No plan is flawless, okay?"

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Grady: "Why is that boy in my house?"

Sandor: "Better question, why is he hog tying your daughter?"

Edaline: "Better better question, shouldn't we be stopping him?"

Ro: "Naw, lets just let it happen. She's a tough cookie."

Sophie: "Keefe! Let me go right now! I swear on all that is-"

Keefe: "Oh be quiet, Foster. You're going to sleep whether you like it or not!"

Sophie: "Sleep is for the weak! Amt I'm not weak! Yesterday I drank seven cups of coffee, tripped out a window, but caught the edge and pulled myself up! So there!"

Keefe: "......You have a problem."

Ro: "Is she being serious?"

Grady: Sighing heavily. "Sadly, yes."

Saondor: "It was actually quite impressive..."

The Neverseen hiding in the bushes outside:

Gethen: "Should we do something?"

Umber: "We could attack them I guess?"

Vespera: "No, that would be unecessary. At this point, I believe she will kill herself soon enough without outside interference. Our work here is done."

Gethen: "So......lunch?"

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Sophie: Swirling a cup of coffee. "Sometimes I don't know if I want to die...."

Keefe: Sitting next to her. "....or just have another cup of coffee."

Mr. Forkle: "Why are you like this?"

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Fitz: "Y'know, I think I'm going to take some time for myself."

Dex: "Uh, okay I guess?"

Marella: "How is that our problem?"

Fitz: "Well, you all keep saying I have 'anger issues', so I started meditating."

Dex: "And how's that going?"

Fitz: "Actually, it's been going very-"

Biana: Peeking her head in the room. "Sophie will never love you."

Fitz: "WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE ANY OF THIS SHE STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME I'M NOT  THE PROBLEM-"

Marella: "Oh snap."

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Fintan: "We've got you surrounded! Surrender now or face the wrath of the Neverseen!"

Sophie: "We've got you surrounded, blah, blah, blah, face the wrath of the Neverseen, blah, blah-- do you realize how stupid you sound?"

Keefe: "Yeah, honestly, what's the worst you're going to do? Torture us?"

Fintan: "I uh-- we'll kill you!"

Sophie: "Well jokes on you, I actually want to die!"

Keefe: High fiving Sophie. "Preach it!"

Fintan: "What the actual-"

Sophie: "If anything, you'd be doing me a favor."

Keefe: "Make it nice and painful while you're at it."

Fintan: ".....I quit."

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Biana: "Would you kiss another girl if it was a life or death situation?"

Sophie: "Oh yeah, totally."

Linh: "Sure, why not."

Marella: "Eh, sure.

Stina: " Yes, but they have to be cute. I refuse to loose my street credit on some bimbo."

Biana: "What if it had to be one of us?"

Stina: "I mean, as long as your breath doesn't stink..."

Marella: "I call dibs on kissing Linh!"

Linh: "I have now been claimed. Fun."

Sophie: " I'd do it just for the experience."

Stina: "What about you, B? Who would you kiss?"

Biana: "I'd kiss Sophie because she's my girl crush."

Sophie: Blushing. "Aww, you're my girl crush to, Biana."

The boys all watching dumbstruck on the other side of the room: "What the actual fu-"

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They are being surrounded by cloaked figures in the center of Atlantis:

Wylie: "What are we going to do? There are to many of them!"

Keefe: "Don't worry, I have a plan!"

Keefe: Picks up a small pebble and throws it at one of the figures. "Take that!"

Ruy: "Really? That's it? That's your great pla-"

Keefe: Throws another rock. "You're ugly!"

Keefe: Picks up more pebbles and starts throwing them. "You're stupid! You're dumb! I bet you're parents never loved you! You middle aged losers with no future!"

Ruy: Failing to dodge the pebble assault. "Hey-- stop-- what are you-- stop it! Ahh-- make him stop!"

Gethen: Doubled over laughing. "Pfffttt, your so pathetic."

Keefe: "Dont think your safe either! I hope your pillow is hot all. Night. Long."

Gethen: Grabbing his chest, deeply offended. "Why you little-"

Wylie: Shaking his head on pure disappointment. "Is it like this for you too?"

Fintan, Vespera, and lady Giselle: "Yes."

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Mr. Forkle: "Okay everyone, I have to warn you. This mission will be dangerous. The one who goes on it may meet life threatening situations and-"

Sophie: Raises her hand. "I'll go!"

Mr. Forkle: "I-- I didn't even finish what-"

Sophie: "So all decided, I'll be going?"

Mr. Forkle: "Wait-- no, we should talk about thi-"

Sophie: Grabbing her bag and heading towards the door. "How about a vote? Raise your hand if you want me to die!"

Dex: Throws himself from his chair and climbs onto the table, thrusting his hand up. "Please, go! Be free from the curse of living! Go! You deserve the sweet relief of death my dearest cousin! Away with you! Gods speed!"

Sophie: Already closing the door. "Im out! Don't wait up, dogs. Hope I never see y'all again."

Mr. Forkle: "But-- but-- I.....what just happened?"

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Fitz: "Sometimes I miss being a child."

Keefe: "Mmm, me too. I use to love pinning after my fathers unrequited love from the prime ages of three to six before I realized that he would never care about my existence and I had to fend for myself, learning basic skills like cooking and crime evasion before I was even enrolled in Fox Fire, to survive this cruel cruel world."

Fitz: ".....I'm scared of your childhood."

Keefe: "Childhood is scared of me."

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Ro: "Now children, what do we do when something goes wrong?"

All the kids: "Blame the government!"

Ro: Wiping tears. "Beautiful."

Grady: "Wait a minute-"

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Bronte: Sipping tea. "It's so peaceful today.

Bronte: Eyes narrowing. " Something is wrong. "

Somewhere not so far away:

Keefe: Running around with his cape on fire. "Ahhhh!"

Dex: Curled into a ball muttering incoherently.

Lihn: Sobbing in Marella's arms.

Tam: Eye twitching.

Fitz: Running around like a mad man. "AhHhHhh, SoMeoNe hElp ussSsSssS!"

Sophie: Crying softly. "We just wanted some mallowmelt."

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Emery: "This is illegal, right?"

All the kids walking around Atlantis waving protest signs: "We have a voice and so don't you, the Council cannot obscure our views!"

Oralie: "You've got to admit, it is catchy."

Bronte: Eyes narrowing. "Wait-- is that Derek?"

Derek: Shamelessly waving a sign, making dead eye contact with them.

Terik: Shaking his head. "I told Emery to stop calling him a childish mute bum."

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Emery: "Okay, do we know anything about Vespera?"

Terik: Raises his hand.

Emery: "Yes?"

Terik: "We know absolutely nothing about her."

Emery: Disappointed. "Do we know anything?"

Derek: "We know that we don't know anything."

Emery: Shaking his head. "God help us."

Derek: "Ohh, wait! Oralie, how old are you?"

Oralie: Blinking. "What?"

Derek: "Did you go to Fox Fire with her or something?"

Oralie: Seething. "Excuse. Me!?"

Nolan: Slowly ducks beneath the table."

Bronte: "...I sense that somebody is going to die tonight."

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Bronte: "What was the point of making Team Valiant again?"

Emery: "To exclude those who lack the significant amount of brain cells to function at the appropriate level of comprehension needed to function in our growing society and serve their full potential."

Derek: ".....we basically just put all the smart children in a group and forgot about the dumb ones."

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Bronte: "How did you loose your own daughter!"

Keefe: Mumbling. "How did you loose your hairline?"

Grady: "In our defense, we're only two people and she's smarter then half the people I know."

Keefe: "Huh, maybe that's why the Black Swan gave her three sets of parents." Grinning. "'Cause she's to smart for just one normal set."

Dex: "Yeah, one of them has to fess up at some point and take responsibility for their psychopath of a daughter."

Oralie: Chokes on her tea.

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Bronte: "Just because me and Fintan have a history of being friends, a very small history, doesn't mean I know what he's planning! "

Terik: "Yeah guys, they only hung out all doing school, were roommates in the elite towers, shared drinks every Sunday for years, and danced together at ALL the galas. It's not like they liked each other or anything crazy like that."

Derek: Whispering under his breath. "What's the problem baby? What's the problem I don't know well maybe I'm in love! Love! Think about it, can't stop thinking about, every time I think about it~"

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Sophie: Picks up shot gun. "Sometimes-"

Sophie: Loads shotgun. "People tend to forget-"

Sophie: Aims shotgun. "That I was raised by humans-"

Sophie: Adjusts lenses to focus on a bedroom window. "And humans tend to shoot first and ask questions later."

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Fitz: Carrying an injured Keefe. "Just hold on a little longer. We're almost there."

Keefe: Bleeding out. "Did ya know, thaz middels children 're often under values then their 'iblings?"

Fitz: "What are you talking about? Shut up."

Keefe: "But don'ta worries! I values you!" 

Fitz: "Look! We're almost ther-"

Keefe: "How's does it feel to be a loooseeerrrr? I's mean...your parents a hate you's. Your friends all hates you. The luv of yours lifey hates you. But don't worry me friend. I still values you!"

Fitz: Drops Keefe. "You know what? I'm done."

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Juline: "Yeah, between Dex and the triplets, my house is pretty hectic."

Edaline: "Hmm, I can imagine."

Juline: Sighs. "It must be nice having a child as quiet as Sophie."

Edaline: "Eh... Weeeeeeeell..."

Juline: "Oh hush." 

Juline: Walks over to Sopie sitting on the carpet facing away from them. "And how are you doing, cutie?"

Sophie: Looks up, eyes blood shot, hair disheveled, a pile of throwing stars on her lap. "I'm sharpening my weapons so I can have a better feel for how they cut through the hearts of my enemies!"

Edaline: ...

Juline: Slowly backs away. "That's... I... Okay... I'm gonna leave now."

Flori: "I told you it was weird to make her clean her own weapons."

Sandor: "I see now how I may have miss read the situation."

Sophie: Muttering under her breath. "You wanna play with me? Fine, lets play. Say hello to my little friend, Heart Shredder. And this one is, Mr. Decapitation. Oh! Don't forget, Lucky Bone Snapper Number One!"

Juline: "Maybe I should leave... "

Edaline: "No, please. Don't leave me here alone."

Somewhere not so far away:

Ruy: "Do you think anyone's noticed we've been MIA for a while?"

Gethen: Sipping coffee. "Nah. They're probably just sitting in a circle talking about kissing each other or something dumb like that."

Umber: "Bunch of losers."

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Gisela: "The devil couldn't reach me so he sent me all these bumbling idiots."

Alvar: "Woman- you are the devil!"

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Fitz: "What's TV?"

Sophie: "Well, it's this thing humans have where you stare at a box and it transmits noises and images, kinda like an imparter, but the images are pre-recorded and tell a story."

Fitz: "... You lost me at 'well.'"

Sopie: Sighs. "You know when we get to watch Keefe and Tam insult each others hair and compare their trauma while going on and on about their daddy and mommy issues while scoffing in each others faces? It's like that."

Fitz: "Oh! That makes so much sense now!"

Dex: Yelling from afar in a deep voice."IT'S GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

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Keefe: "Sophie fell down the stairs today."

Mr. Forkle. "What!? Is she okay?"

Keefe: "I'm not quite sure. She just lay there and resigned herself to it."

Mr. Forkle: ....

Tam: "Respect."

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Sophie: Standing at an alter in a white dress holding flowers. Point's to the priest. "Who's that guy? What's he doing here? I thought we were strategizing battle plans today."

Ro: Throwing her hands in the air. "How oblivious can you be!"

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Fintan: "Were you a witch in a past life?"

Vespera: Offended. "Excuse me? Why are you asking this?"

Fintan: "No reason."

Twenty minutes earlier:

Vespera: Cackling madly. "MWAHAHA! BURN IN THE FACE OF MY WRATH YOU PEASANTS!"

Gethen: "If we threw water on her, do you think she would melt?"

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Tam: "How come killer wasps are allowed to hunt down their enemies and seek revenge, but the ONE TIME I DID-"

Linh: Spraying him with water. "Down! Down! Bad cat! Bad!"

Marella: "Did you... Just call your brother a cat?"

Linh: "Yes, yes I did-- I SAID GET DOWN!"

Tam: Hisses and slinks off to a dark corner.

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Keefe: Staring dramatically into the distance. "Foster, war is about much more then just fire and death. No-- its the smell of smoke choking the alleys, suffocating the city. It's the smell of decay tickling your nostrils in the black of night. It's a dangerous world out there, Sweetheart. A dangerous world indeed."

Sophie: "Okay-- who gave Keefe his fedora back?"