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Week 8
The weekend passes in a blue, and suddenly it is Monday again. Monday of week 8, the final week of camp. The last week to try and change your fate.
It's sunny and pleasant, with daytime temperatures lingering around 70 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping off into the 50s in the evening. It's pretty much the perfect weather for Michigan, and it's only a shame that it took this long to get to it.
The WiiU continues to be broken, though the creepy Mii is gone now. All of the Miis are, actually. All that can be seen is a variety of Pure Michigan ads, interestingly enough. A bit calmer than last week's visuals, but probably annoying since no games can be played.
There is one other notable change about camp: the counselors are nowhere to be found. There is plenty of food and some note left on how to run things, but otherwise the campers have been left to their own devices apparently.
On the main door to the lodge is a note that says "We will be back as soon as possible." written in Red's handwriting. What could this mean?
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[He's just assuming she's really good at dodging, or it's her healing skills that don't leave marks. Either way, for a fighter, that's a good thing.
He's going to take a sip, too. The biggest scars are usually covered up, but everyone's probably seen them at trial. There are lots of little ones, too. The God Eater life is something.]
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[ bruises, yes, scrapes, yes, but nothing that's left a permanent mark. ]
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[A little bit wry, given that Aragami really, really like to pull curveballs on even the most seasoned of them -- but perhaps Aragami aren't the only thing to deal with now, and that's both good and bad. He might need to learn even more new styles of fighting and evasion, only some of which involve weapons.
And also learn to dodge her bullets, that's always a thing.]
Maybe we can train sometime.
[Time to enter the bullet hell genre.]