Xenoverse origins / R-005
Bunny LopezOrigin story
The fastest way to arrive last
She knew every shortcut in the city. The city had been saving one especially for her.
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Placeholder artworkBunny Lopez liked arriving before anyone expected her and leaving before anyone asked about the damage. As a courier, she called this efficiency. The people paying for broken windows employed a less promotional vocabulary. She was fast enough to avoid hearing most of it.
Her dark fantasy origin begins with a race across a city built over older, less cooperative streets. Bunny intended to win a silver badge and enough money to stop carrying other people’s urgent mistakes. Instead, she acquired a sack of turnips, an audience of goblins, and the first useful defeat of her life.
Confidence is what you call a map before the floor opens.
From the dossier
Chapter 01
The favourite at the starting line
She arrived late to the starting line because favourites could afford an entrance. Her competitors had studied the official route. Bunny had studied the drains, roof spans, and service bridges, none of which appeared on a map designed by people who travelled in carriages. She smiled at the crowd as if accepting their congratulations in advance.
Each runner received a sealed parcel for the old north gate. First delivery won. No broken seals, no substitutes, no help. The rules were read twice because Bunny kept talking through them. She waved at the official and said she understood. What she understood was that the gate could be reached through a disused passage beneath the tannery. What she did not understand was why the passage had become disused. The smell, she assumed. It was pleasant to begin a catastrophe with an explanation already prepared.
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Down the useful little hole
The passage was clear for its first hundred steps. Then the floor changed from stone to boards, the boards changed to a suggestion, and Bunny changed from horizontal ambition to vertical consequence. She landed in a sorting pit surrounded by goblins who regarded the arrival of a shouting courier as an interruption to a perfectly good argument about vegetables.
One took her parcel. Another took her boots for inspection. A third offered a turnip in exchange for a lecture on speed. Bunny threatened, bargained, and announced her professional reputation. The goblins listened with the sympathetic attention normally reserved for a kettle making an unusual noise. Above her, the hole was unreachable. Ahead lay several tunnels, each marked with symbols she could not read. She had beaten every runner to somewhere none of them wanted to be. Technically, it was a lead. She found little comfort in the distinction.
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The replacement parcel
The goblins would return her delivery if she carried a sack to their upper store. Bunny demanded to know how long that would take. They disagreed cheerfully. Their concept of distance appeared to depend on whether anyone was being chased. She accepted because pride had not yet developed a ladder.
The sack contained turnips and one cracked handbell. The bell rang whenever she ran. This was explained as a quality-control feature. Moving through the tunnels, Bunny began hearing what speed usually concealed: loose beams, water behind a wall, footsteps approaching from a side passage. Twice she stopped in time to avoid a drop. Once she waited while a cart rattled across a bridge that would not have held them both. Her progress was painfully sensible. Somewhere above, the race was ending. Somewhere below, a woman famous for shortcuts was learning the advanced technique of looking where she put her feet.
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A splendid arrival for a vegetable
The upper store opened beside the north gate. Bunny emerged carrying the sack, muddy to the shoulders, wearing one boot correctly and the other with a turnip wedged inside. The crowd mistook the bell for the signal that another runner was approaching. They applauded before the details became available.
She delivered the vegetables to a goblin waiting beneath the judges’ platform. He returned her parcel with its seal intact. The official recorded her finishing time, then asked whether the sack was an official sponsor. Bunny considered several answers and chose the first honest one of the afternoon: no. She had finished last. The silver badge went elsewhere. The crowd’s laughter followed her longer than any applause would have, helped considerably by the bell, which the goblin had tied to her bag as a gratuity. She could outrun people. She could not outrun an accessory.
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The route worth knowing
Bunny sold neither the bell nor the story. She kept both as reminders that speed was useful only after direction had been established. Her next deliveries included time to check a passage, ask a question, and notice when a suspiciously convenient door had no handle on the inside.
In the Xenoverse, that makes Bunny Lopez an impatient but increasingly capable guide through places designed to punish impatience. She still enjoys an entrance. She simply prefers to know which floor will remain beneath it. Goblins remember her as the courier who delivered an unusually articulate sack of complaints alongside their vegetables.
Her origin does not end with universal respect. People still ring little bells when she passes. Bunny smiles, takes the job, and charges extra for underground routes. Humiliation proved an excellent tutor, though its lesson plan lacked discretion. The city kept its shortcuts. She learned to make them earn their name.
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