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[personal profile] not_most_days 2015-02-12 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
By the time they reached the doors, Bonnie had found a new knife to use. It was heavier than the one she had before (though normal sized for a human), but she was able to flutter along holding it in both paws.

The doors. How were they going to block them. She looked back and forth between the door and the shelves, and then gave a happy flutter as she got an idea.

"I'll get them, kupo!" She flitted over to the shelving unit and wedged her knife in behind it. With a lot of flexing and pushing she started to work to tip it over. "Ngghhh! Move!"
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[personal profile] fusedshadows 2015-02-15 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
There was another close call for Midna, who barely avoided a sword-swipe in the air. What did these Imperialists want with the stupid post office anyway?! She grumbled and grunted her complaints and curses as she levitated higher. Her small hands balled into fists as she tried her best to avoid attacks from the ground troops, pulling a leg back quickly as she felt a blade cut too close, the slice stinging where the sharp edge met her skin.

She cast a hasty look over her shoulder, teeth gritting together,to see Bonnie struggling with the shelves. A short while later, Midna was there beside her, adding her strength to the push. "Come on... just a little... more!"
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[personal profile] not_most_days 2015-02-17 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)


Bonnie could likely answer the questions on Midna's mind, but she was a little busy at the moment. Also she obviously wasn't a mind reader but that was beside the point.

The moogle opened her eyes in surprise as Midna settled next to her, but then nodded and pushed with all her might. "KUPO~" The shelves shuddered, and then gave way with a loud crash!
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[personal profile] fusedshadows 2015-02-24 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
With that last final shove of all the strength she could muster, Midna sighed a quiet show of relief when they finally toppled over, stopping the influx of attacks for good... for now. Dusting off her hands, the hovered in mid-air, looking rather proud of herself, as the overall feel of desperation seemed to he lifted as the last few enemies stood with no where to retreat, moogles flying in from everywhere to lend a hand.

"Not bad," she nodded in the moogle's direction, ready to declare the battle of the mognet office won.
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[personal profile] not_most_days 2015-02-27 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)


The moogle smiled brightly, pulling back her hood as she looked over the barricade they had helped build. "Thanks! I'm doing my best! We moogles can be heroes too! Just watch!" She pulled her hood back down and flitted back off with her too large dagger. She was ready to fight and defend this place! She'd make Mary proud!