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There was no time to look to confirm Lam’s claims of being right behind her amidst that post-extreme hallucination energy spurt, so she took the warning quite seriously. A challenge, if you will; no holding back. Though her vision was wavering and melding, the flowers turning from eyes to lips squealing in jovial delight, she wondered if it was true that most major league gym leaders gave it all they had each time- and if she would if she ever was to ascend.[break][break]

”Shit, alright! Making me bite my manifestations, hm?” She teased, backing up a few feet to increase a running start.[break][break]

And then she hit a full on sprint at the gap that held all the floating blocks, the gap of foam appearing to be a dark, dreary ever-cascade. ”Mist it up, Honey! Stabilize!” she ordered, the Vespiquen breaking from the hold it had on Desiree's arms to flutter about. It twirled above the abyss as it released pheromones of AROMATIC MIST, not with intent to obscure, but to attempt in redirecting the psychic hold on the blocks with its own control.[break][break]

The pit below told lies, too- but it felt much more joyful to drown them out with optimism. So much so, its darkness began to shed light.[break][break]



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♡ The LIGHT SCREEN of Artichoke's and Lam's idea of running across the obstacle as fast as they possibly could was genius indeed. With the help of the makeshift shield, not a single fling-trap was sprung, quickly advancing them both to the fifth and final obstacle.[break][break]

But what he would see upon his arrival at the last obstacle would ultimately depend on how much the spores were afflicting his vision. In truth, with an ordinary gaze one would see Desiree hopping across the final obstacle block by block, parting a sea of AROMATIC MIST her Vespiquen had released- and crossing the finish line with a hop, breaking the ribbon tied with vines.[break][break]

The attendants of the end of the track, a pair of Shiinotic, approached her and administered a fresh water bottle and the bowl to clear her condition. Stabilizing herself and slinking on a conveniently placed couch, she removed a badge from her pocket and flipped it as her haze began to clear, waiting.