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Before Terese could even reach the register, Nash had dashed into some machine and apparently all the games were paid for, though he looked like he was fried when he came out. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the Ogical Otatsu game from him, "I need to actually see it first, I don't want a beat up game," She said, still doubting his Royal Edition's quality. And then just as she was about to go out the door, considering waiting up for him because she didn't want to have to waste revives on him, some other hipster walked in and she walked past him, perhaps staring at his original, but also terrible arrangement of clothing. And once again before she could respond the terrible-fashion-sense-hipster claimed that they were unoriginal because of some reason he couldn't even spit out clearly.

She sighed; this was one of the many reasons why she preferred to work solo. Party members would almost always bring their shit with them for the rest of the team to deal with as some mid-boss, "Let's just get this over with..." She mumbled, getting out her Super Scope from her bag and began charging it with her glow. The front began to glow and collect into a yellow, glowing ball that once she finally released it, blasted into a powerful beam of energy aimed at the terrible-fashion-sense-hipster.