Daniel Garcia
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"Man, I can't believe Melisande is a world-class adventurer now–she was just a little runt yesterday, it feels like," Joel said, leaning against the wall of reinforced dirt as he looked up towards an overhanging tree. "She still is a runt," Emilio joked, "but she's capable and talented in her own right. Actually, I recall her telling me that she was going to stay in Vasmoria to study magic after completing the trial. So, you don't need to worry about her getting into any trouble for a while." Joel…
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"Rune Cannon Mode: 'Hasta La Vista'!" Blimpo announced as he pulled the trigger. A flash of sparks roared out with the coming of a spray of explosive pellets that immediately chained into swirling fits of flashing flames against the crustacean's sturdy shell. The large crab stumbled back after being pelted by dozens of small-scale, harsh explosions; its shell was burnt and left cracking, peeling apart at the seams. "All yours, friend!" Blimpo called out. Amidst the flying sparks and new aroma of cooked…
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"Huh?" A place beyond the Oval Tower; a road in the After neighbored by tall, abnormal trees that, instead of bearing leaves, were covered by a top that resembled a glowing, translucent jellyfish of colossal proportions. Thin tendrils of the same complexion gently swayed like vines in the illustrious environment. "What is this place?" Joel audibly wondered, looking around as he placed his hand over his brow to look around. "Never seen it before," Blimpo responded, poking at one of the trees,…
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"Begone." With a flick of his wrist, the Faceless One cast the summoned spirit aside like nothing more than dust to the wind, accelerating the particles of dirt caught in the wind to such speeds that they turned the armored hammer-wielder into nothing but mist within a moment. 'Already!?' Emilio thought, 'Can we really beat something like this–? Is this the sort of power a Primordial has access to…? Maybe fighting isn't the key here…If I think about it, there might be a way out of…
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They stood shoulder-to-shoulder amidst the false realm resembling their original homeworld, facing the enigmatic Faceless One that ominously stood there with the disguise of the Devilheart. "What do you want?!" Emilio shouted to the Faceless One, "Are you mad I figured out you were a slimy, scheming manipulator?!" The Faceless being stood there, peering without eyes and speaking with absent lips, only glistening teeth, "Ethan Bellrose; Emilio Dragonheart. Asher Morrows…Asher Devilheart. It's nice to…
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"Vandread," he said, almost in disbelief despite knowing what was happening. A pat on his head came from the usually stoic, silent man–a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one as he accepted it. "You'll have to explain to me what you're doing dead, but…I'm sure you're already working on fixing that," Vandread said. "I am." "Good. Just because death chooses you doesn't mean you have to choose death," Vandread told him. Again, he took some time explaining everything that had occurred since Vandread…
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It was like entering a toy store when looking at the inventory of gadgets that Blimpo kept on him, with Joel becoming engrossed as well as he paid close attention to each one that the elf pointed out. As always, Blimpo came prepared with an onslaught of compact, specialized tools, one of which was a net infused with spikes that shot out of a tiny sphere, another was a dubious cylinder that shot out gelatinous liquid that quickly solidified into steel-like material. "Hmmm…" Emilio pondered. Blimpo…
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"It's because of you that I died…! It's because of you that my sister died in Larundog, too!" Joel yelled before rushing back in. As their blades crashed against one another once more, Emilio placed his foot down firmly while pushing back against the silver-haired man's sword, "What're you talking about?! Melisande is alive!" "Lies!" Joel screamed. The rage infused in that scream along with the anger fueling the unstable soul was felt through the shaking steel that the silver-haired figure wielded.…
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Despite the woman's otherworldly appearance and demeanor, it seemed at the very least she was more "human" than a being like the Progenitor; though that was hardly a comparison that meant much. "Oh, I see, then…Well, any tips?" He asked. "'Tips'?...Ah, yes. Do not recklessly open any of the Soul's Marks; it is important that you must know that the aspects of souls bound to these books are often quite violent and unstable. It takes many years for them to stabilize on their own," Hecate warned. "Wait,…
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There wasn't much of note on the ground floor of the mysterious tower, only washed-out paintings and hieroglyphics present on the wall, which led him to approach the curving stairs that led up to the next floor. "You sure about this, 'Milio?" Blimpo asked, hesitantly following him up the stairs. It was definitely a sign of something being creepy beyond just superficial means if the elven tinkerer himself presented doubts that bypassed his incredible curiosity, so signs of worry weren't merely rejected by…
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