Christopher Martin
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It takes a surprisingly short amount of time to deal with all four of the demons. Although I’m kind of disappointed that I didn’t get a level from them. But then again, I only just used the free points from the level I got on the first floor while climbing the stairs. So who knows how much EXP I need between levels. I quickly open my status before focusing on the SP and closing it again. With those four Skill Points, I have twenty eight skill points right now. Which leaves two more left before I can…-
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When Collin was told that he’d have to babysit a newly contracted Guardian who had only just joined the Association a couple of hours ago, he was pissed. Extremely pissed. After all, this was his first Demonic Assault since reaching Class II, and he’s stuck fighting in a Class I Fracture still with a newbie? Not what he was hoping for in the slightest. And his first impression of the girl wasn’t exactly a good one either, considering that she arrived at the Fracture wearing a pair of regular…
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I sigh. At least there doesn’t seem to be any antagonistic comments towards me. Most of them seem to be positive, even if some are a little antagonistic towards the spirit’s choice in Guardians or mention my obvious lack of experience and apparent habit of scowling. “I don’t scowl that much, do I?” I mutter. No idea what you’re talking about. Out of boredom more than any form of interest, I continue reading through the comments for a little bit until we arrive at our destination. But most…
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I repeatedly tap the door of the air car as we fly through the sky in the direction of the closest Class I Fracture, my attention solely focused on the video in front of me, with my ear buds present in both of my ears. But no matter how much I tap, I can’t get rid of this uncomfortable feeling that I get from seeing my image plastered across the video. The commentator’s voice is that of a typical video streamer on the internet – intense, jolly beyond reason, and interesting enough to hold people’s…
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We end up settling on a pretty decent pay at about eight credits an hour that I’m not on the job, just to let them use my face in their little sponsorships and promotions, and a flat eleven credits per hour that I am on the job under their name. Not too much, but still a lot more than I would’ve ever dreamed of getting before becoming a Guardian. That’s far above the average living person in a Tier 1 city. And leagues above a Tier 2 or 3 city’s average wages. Definitely goes to show why Guardians…
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Putting aside the illegal actions of his own subordinate for the moment, Allen simply turns to me and asks, “I’m a little bit curious as to what your magic is. Because while seeing bodily modifications is rather common, I don’t think I’ve seen one that’s given something similar to some sort of animalistic blood magic, assuming your ears and the claws are anything to judge by.” “Oh? Do tell,” Belle says from the other side of the call while leaning forwards with a slight grin on her…
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The two share a glance for some reason before turning back to me. “Is that your contracted fae’s actual name or one you gave him as a nickname?” Allen asks, his tone sounding serious. I blink in confusion before tilting my head slightly and annoyingly enough noticing Allen’s eyes flicker to my ears and back to my face again as I answer, “It’s a nickname I gave him to shorten his really long name.” The two share another glance. “Okay, why are you being so secretive all of the sudden?”…
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Wait. Maybe I can stall this conversation after all? “Um, could we wait for my injuries to-” I begin, only for him to cut me off without a shred of care. “No.” So much for that. And I can’t call Belle for help because all that’d do would make them team up on me instead of only dealing with him. Also, speaking of Belle, I think my phone’s ringing. Too bad I can’t take it out right now, what with my arm having a hole in it. Albeit a small one now that it’s healed for who knows how…
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After seeing me focusing on what looks like air to the others, Arnold – who it turns out is the person who turned on the shield for me before – and officer Winslow shoo the others out, leaving me in silence to focus on my newly unlocked skill. And good they are. Very, I stare at the skills, unsure how I should proceed in my shopping spree. Not a bad idea, but just in case, I search through the rest of the skills in the store. But none of them are as good as the top ones, which leads me to…
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The moment I wake up, I suck in a breath through my teeth at the pain of my injuries. But they’re nowhere near as bad as they were before I lost consciousness, judging by the pain. So I slowly open my eyes to look at my surroundings, only to find myself in an office next to a window, with only a couple of people in the room. Although by the sounds of it, there are several more on the other side of the door. I also find that I can hear a lot of joyous cries throughout the building without any of the…
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