Jubilation Lee (
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Flash bang flash
Flash.
The second flash there had meant to hit Bi-Face, except apparently the universe had different ideas. The third flash was an automatic reaction to suddenly being jerked out of Gotham and into some strange place that's other, and Sparrow doesn't really appreciate that.
"What the heck?"
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Flash.
The second flash there had meant to hit Bi-Face, except apparently the universe had different ideas. The third flash was an automatic reaction to suddenly being jerked out of Gotham and into some strange place that's other, and Sparrow doesn't really appreciate that.
"What the heck?"
- see?
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"You were totally messing with me, weren't ya?"
Don't you know who this is?
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(He's not the most pleasant person ever, no.)
"What's with the get-up?" As he slides several whistles out of a device on his wrist. The big, masked, bladed fox shrinks into an altogether smaller, less pointy white fox. Where by 'smaller', we mean 'only five foot long.'
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(They're not just the most stylish part of her get up.they don't just protect her identity. They also have a night setting, a heat detection and a zoom function. But mostly, they're rad.)
"What's wrong with it, anyway?"
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"Who's Jo?"
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"Do you know anything useful?"
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First she gets stuck in the middle of a post-apocalyptic Canada, then she has to deal with the crazy diappearing girls and the buttwads. Sparrow hates this world.
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...well, it sounds like the demented offspring of a motorcycle and a steam locomotive.
It also sounds like it's approaching rapidly from the northwest.
It is both of those things, in fact.
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SOMETHING WITH AN ENGINE.
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BUT STILL.
Jo rounds the corner, spots Griff, and puts away her Digivice.
She's still a little far for shouted greetings, but Pakamon waves as Josephine crouches over the brass-and-chrome handlebars of her steampunk motorbike.
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"I take it you finished categorising different types of canned beans, then?"
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You'll have to excuse the gearhead. She's just going to stare
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It's a source of much ridicule back where she's from, but Hissbang (as she affectionately calls it) has been with her since she was nine and she's grown attached.
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"Not steampowered anyway. Cheee, 'clunker's the right word - is it really steam? How's she handle?"
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"Oh boy, though, she's a beaut. I mean, you should see my bike at home, but that's not steam and I don't get to handle her nearly enough..."
She'salmost about to ask for a try.
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She stops Hissbang a few feet away and dismounts with a grin, leaving Pakamon curled in the seat.
"Mever thought I'd see someone like her."
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It's true, and something the old man often gives her grief for. not that he doesn't give her grief for a lot of things: that's his way.
"You guys native to this world?"
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Well, Jo is.
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