[ The Jail duplicate seems to have the same gleeful approach to the chase as the real deal and, as many tricks up her lack of sleeves. She throws out a few, each one quite easily countered- because Rex has a tendency to underestimate Jail a little. He often does that with people he likes, because the impulse to guard them against harm affects his perception.
It doesn't take too long before all the progress towards the light brings them to the dark. It's odd how even with the speed difference taken into account going to the lamppost seems a longer distance than going to the outskirts. ]
Catch you on the- [ The duplicate Jail reaches her goal. A crack in the ground barely visible in the light, bubbling with the thick black tar that oozes everywhere. The scenery around it is the mountainous, craggy look of Bulgaria's Musala, though there's no snow. It would be too bright. The Jail copy performs a full backflip into the tar and just before she dives in finishes her words. ] Flip side!
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It doesn't take too long before all the progress towards the light brings them to the dark. It's odd how even with the speed difference taken into account going to the lamppost seems a longer distance than going to the outskirts. ]
Catch you on the- [ The duplicate Jail reaches her goal. A crack in the ground barely visible in the light, bubbling with the thick black tar that oozes everywhere. The scenery around it is the mountainous, craggy look of Bulgaria's Musala, though there's no snow. It would be too bright. The Jail copy performs a full backflip into the tar and just before she dives in finishes her words. ] Flip side!
[ As the ripples fade, music rises from the swamp of tar, warbling and muffled by the thick liquid. ]