Mar. 6th, 2010

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It was a common game from childhood. Some tiles were safe, the others lava. River's version was a bit skewed, and anyone watching her kick and punch the air above each 'safe' tile before she stepped to it would probably be confused.

In River's playground, all the safe areas had Reavers for beating.

Her progress was followed carefully by the now more catlike kittens Branch and Bloom, who were quite good at the game, pawing at invisible cat-reavers in the air.


She saw Simon out of the corner of her eye, and spun on her toes down a hallway with far fewer safe areas. After a flying kick to the head of another unseen enemy, she stopped and waved. "Ni-hao."

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