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Hall of Mirrors
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Oww... Who in tarnation shot outta the mirror and bum-rished me?! You coulda really hurt someone! |
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My apologies, Monsieur Pommette. I was in a great hurry. Are you all right? |
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Oh, it's you, Rook. Goodness, I've never seen you in such a rush. That's a big suitcase you got there. And you're carrying a broom. Are you going somewhere? |
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That I am. I might not be back for some time, but do keep your chin up. |
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Wait, what?! What do you mean? Where are you going?! |
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The Island of Woe! |
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WHAAA?! Now just hold yer horses! You ain't really goin' after Vil an' the others by yerself, are you?! |
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Oui, I am. And I am aware it is dangerous. But I implore you, do not try and stop me. I came to a horrifying realization when I returned to the dorm, you see. |
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Really? What was it? |
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When Vil was captured... HE WASN'T CARRYING A SINGLE SKINCARE PRODUCT! The changing of the seasons can have a tremendous impact on one's skin. Dryness is the nautral enemy of a healthy complexion. If one is derelict in their skincare routine, the forbidden red fruit will swiftly bloom on their forehead and chin. |
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What's the forbidden red fruit...? |
| You mean pimples? | Don't you have more important things to worry about? |
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Ah, pimples... A symbol of youth. They do have their own charm. But Vil has a photo shoot for a magazine cover next week. And he is a firm believer in showing up to shoots in top form. |
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Phooey to his photo shoot! We don't know if he's ever comin' back! An' ain't you the vice housewarden?! You can't leave our dorm unsupervised! |
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I Am le Chasseur d'Amour first, and Pomefiore vice housewarden second. I've dedicated my life to the pursuit and defense of beauty. I cannot sit idly by when beauty is in danger like this! And so, I now depart to safeguard my friend's exquisite face! |
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Wait, you can't just go... |
| How are you even going to get there?! | We have no idea where the Island of Woe is, though. |
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The Island of Woe's precise location is shrouded in mystery, it's true... But worry not. For I can envision where Vil and the others are. |
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Envision? Whaddaya mean by that? |
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Alas, the sun sets lower with every passing second. As much as it pains me, I must depart. I bid you good day. Adieu! |
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Wait, hold on, Rook! ROOOK! |
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