[ Naminé sways as the train lurches, stumbling straight back onto her rump in a new seat. She's up again in a moment but pale as a sheet for the experience; she's not sure their fortune will hold out much longer, either, and grasps for the nearest upright structure to hang onto. ]
An explosion--....
[ It's muttered under her breath. If only she were a more experienced magician - surely there'd be a spell for a proper explosion. Or if she had a Keyblade, maybe the cars could be unlocked from each other. But there's little time for regretting what she can't do, and she'll just have to make the most of it. She may not have a secret stash of dynamite, but there are plenty of other tricks up her sleeve. ]
[ Metaphorically. She doesn't actually have sleeves at the moment. ]
[ Without a word, she abruptly turns and begins to make her somewhat unsteady way toward the front of the car, expression grimly set. Sorry, Dipper, she's a girl on a mission. ]
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An explosion--....
[ It's muttered under her breath. If only she were a more experienced magician - surely there'd be a spell for a proper explosion. Or if she had a Keyblade, maybe the cars could be unlocked from each other. But there's little time for regretting what she can't do, and she'll just have to make the most of it. She may not have a secret stash of dynamite, but there are plenty of other tricks up her sleeve. ]
[ Metaphorically. She doesn't actually have sleeves at the moment. ]
[ Without a word, she abruptly turns and begins to make her somewhat unsteady way toward the front of the car, expression grimly set. Sorry, Dipper, she's a girl on a mission. ]