Maybe normal people would run, would follow the herd instinct that comes from seeing people running. Ghosts, shades of people famous and anonymous, rush past them, scrambling for cover. A crowd, half of them unsure what they're running from, swarms past, leaving stragglers behind because this isn't the place for the virtuous, just the passively self-interested. No one tramples each other but no one bothers to help each other up either.
And Venus and Edie just look at each other, eyebrows raised, the same call in their chests - not of duty, but of glory, maybe. Or at least something to make them worth the attention people would pay them.
"You know, we really shouldn't have wished for excitement. We totally jinxed that."
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And Venus and Edie just look at each other, eyebrows raised, the same call in their chests - not of duty, but of glory, maybe. Or at least something to make them worth the attention people would pay them.
"You know, we really shouldn't have wished for excitement. We totally jinxed that."