Okay! No more foolin' around! Day's over — night's here — and I am ready to take this place on! You're going down, Landel! Boo yah!!
...had been Rainbow Dash's outlook on the night before Landel made his big announcement.
Now the former pony had cause to waver. She wasn't sure she understood everything, but one thing was clear: some freaky disease was about and it was going to start doing things to people's bodies. Like she wasn't mutated enough already, Rainbow thought with a gulp that she tried to hide from her roommate, but now she might become some kind of bloodthirsty monster too? As tough as she talked, Rainbow had to admit: that idea scared the sheep out of her.
She scrunched her eyes shut. Remember last night, she told herself. She couldn't just stay in her room again. The longer that she did nothing, the less that anything got done, and the further away she got from seeing her friends again. She wasn't sick so far, even after talking with that sick-looking blond who had tripped. So long as she stayed not-sick, she was okay. She was an athlete; she could stay healthy; it wasn't that hard. When was the last time she had been sick, even?
Eventually, Rainbow was as ready as she could be — a little less gung-ho than before, but determined nonetheless. "Let's do this," she said to herself, painting the metaphorical warpaint on her cheeks as she stepped out into the hall.
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...had been Rainbow Dash's outlook on the night before Landel made his big announcement.
Now the former pony had cause to waver. She wasn't sure she understood everything, but one thing was clear: some freaky disease was about and it was going to start doing things to people's bodies. Like she wasn't mutated enough already, Rainbow thought with a gulp that she tried to hide from her roommate, but now she might become some kind of bloodthirsty monster too? As tough as she talked, Rainbow had to admit: that idea scared the sheep out of her.
She scrunched her eyes shut. Remember last night, she told herself. She couldn't just stay in her room again. The longer that she did nothing, the less that anything got done, and the further away she got from seeing her friends again. She wasn't sick so far, even after talking with that sick-looking blond who had tripped. So long as she stayed not-sick, she was okay. She was an athlete; she could stay healthy; it wasn't that hard. When was the last time she had been sick, even?
Eventually, Rainbow was as ready as she could be — a little less gung-ho than before, but determined nonetheless. "Let's do this," she said to herself, painting the metaphorical warpaint on her cheeks as she stepped out into the hall.
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