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(It's cool) At about six the next morning Ben tapped herbs shoulder. He was wearing running clothes.

Herb whipped out of bed and immediately grabbed his running clothes.

(i wanna write some of my other characters for a while, k?)
 
Oracle lay half-awake in her nest of ruined paper. Taking the pencil she had resharpened about ten times now and practically was a stub, she drew the dagger she'd love to stab the person who'd taken her power with. As she ran her fingers across the image. The weapon fizzled out of the paper, and the seer's eyes went wide. To see if this was an odd wish, she drew a pear and touched her hand to it. It faded so it was on top of the page, even yellow with a singular brown spot the way she liked it. Coming to a conclusion as to what could happen with this, she grabbed the pencil, the cheap blue plastic sharpener, and as much paper as she could in her arms. She let out a long laugh, that wasn't quite out of joy, and was very audible to everyone else in the building. Being careful but quick, she yelled "PAIN WILL BE FELT!" as she smacked her way through the doors.

(this is like a million degrees off what i was expecting to write, but to be fair i already pulled her far out of character by having her react the way she did)
 
Oracle lay half-awake in her nest of ruined paper. Taking the pencil she had resharpened about ten times now and practically was a stub, she drew the dagger she'd love to stab the person who'd taken her power with. As she ran her fingers across the image. The weapon fizzled out of the paper, and the seer's eyes went wide. To see if this was an odd wish, she drew a pear and touched her hand to it. It faded so it was on top of the page, even yellow with a singular brown spot the way she liked it. Coming to a conclusion as to what could happen with this, she grabbed the pencil, the cheap blue plastic sharpener, and as much paper as she could in her arms. She let out a long laugh, that wasn't quite out of joy, and was very audible to everyone else in the building. Being careful but quick, she yelled "PAIN WILL BE FELT!" as she smacked her way through the doors.

(this is like a million degrees off what i was expecting to write, but to be fair i already pulled her far out of character by having her react the way she did)
(Is she still at the house? I forgot)
 

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