Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27356783-20190917015248/@comment-26892768-20190920003209

Conversation - which has currently devolved into the first, robotic-sounding voice trying to apologize for inplying the other was rude in an increasily rapid manner - doesn't seem to get any closer to the girl when she stops. She could easily pass by...or perhaps see if these people are any better than the crowd she left. The second voice at least sounds like a woman who's grounded.

Umbrella skids to a stop when she reaches the crowd, smirking triumphantly. "Ha! I wo..."

Then she looks to her side to see Parasoul standing rather casually while leaning on her umbrella, the young woman allowing herself to look the tiniest bit smug.

"Aw, man..." Umbrella sighs. "Why do you have to have long legs?"

"To be fair, if I'd been any slower on the uptake, you would've won." Parasoul acknowledges, nodding her head. Then she turns to look at the crowd, and... "Are there more people than there were before?"

"Yeah, definitely more people than there were before." Umbrella confirms.

While that little conversation is happening, Umbrella's purple umbrella is looking directly at Pit's wings, the mouth that serves as the tip opening to let a tongue stick out and droll.