Daniel Garcia
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Amidst a raging ocean, isolated from the rest of the world by walls forged of mountainous waves, surrounding the island like a bowl, the sacred land existed–it was colossal in size, but inhabited by no civilization. In the next few moments, a set of four portals opened up above the sacred island, and through them, scattered to each corner of the mystical land, four figures arrived. "Waaaah–!" Flailing through the sky as his limbs hit jagged trees, the sturdy shielder, Everett landed with a…
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Sitting there with the quietness of his own thoughts, something caught the corner of his eye; between a grouping of trees, he saw something move. He didn't sense anybody else in the garden until that moment, getting up as he found himself following the briefly seen silhouette. Though he had no idea why he felt so drawn into pursuing the mysterious figure, passing by the trees as he walked through the grass, for some reason, it made the accursed right eye heat up. 'This feeling…It's familiar. I…
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"Wow, it's a dozen times more busy than it was during the afternoon," Emilio remarked. "I told you. This city never sleeps–it's always lively like this throughout the night." Sirius said, "Get this: Desim has the lowest crime rate of all cities in Vasmoria. Can you believe that?" Emilio shook his head, "No, are you serious? A whole city being drunk kind of spells out disaster–how's that the opposite case here?" Sirius smiled, "Turns out that when everybody is on the same page, there isn't a…
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The angered, blonde-haired man took a step forward, but immediately stopped as an ominous force was felt like a cold, bitter wind. "Careful now," Emilio warned with a calm smile. It was a deceiving smile, to say the least; coated behind that expression was restrained malice—honed and mastered; the hot-headed muscle man could sense that much as he paused. "—Tch," Everstein clicked his tongue before walking away, pushing past the spectators as he made his league from the tavern. Avoiding an…
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Now that there were some stakes on the outcome of the arm wrestling match, it became many times more interesting to watch. Perhaps it was the booze that had already settled into their stomachs, but both of the men found themselves beginning to cheer for their chosen competitor. "C'mon!" "Get him!" It was almost a comical stalemate; both of the men that clasped hands hardly budged one way or the other, even when completely straining themselves. This prolonged battle led more booze to be drunk and…
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Sirius thought about it before putting his hand to his chin, rubbing it with a sneaky smile, "If that's the case, why don't we indulge ourselves?" He already expected this kind of thought process from Sirius, though it was another thing altogether to have his own expectations be met in such a way. A small smile appeared on his lips, "Well, we'll need some spending cash while we're here, right? I'm sure coins are a necessity to have fun in this so-called 'Party City'." Sirius nodded, "Well, you…
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"Hey, genie! I wish upon our systems being returned!" Sirius called out, allowing his voice to be carried even past the cataclysmic storm. Immediately, such an impossible request caused Maximus to pause, "You can't–?!" Sparkles fluttered through the storm as the Djinn's supernatural body flickered, subconsciously meeting the requested wish. Sparks of electricity began stuttering around Sirius' body, reawakening into a full surge of lightning around his body. "Oh, yes I can!" Sirius smirked.…
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Against the creator of the boundless world of the grand blue sky, Sirius found himself unable to scathe the figure after a few clashes. After failing to land a blow against the silver-haired man, Sirius noticed the subtle transformation that had occurred with Maximus: The man's hair had returned to a shade of red, with his skin giving off a vibrant heat; it made him impossibly difficult to contend with in close-quarters. 'How troublesome. It's not just summoning creatures or removing concepts–he…
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Just as he acquired this boost in physical abilities, he jumped off of the dragon's head just as it tried snatching him with its claws, countering with a kick straight to its snout– THUD The impact caused the cerulean-scaled dragon to let out a grumble in pain as its head cocked back. The kick itself didn't do any damage, however, only causing the beast to flinch as he followed up with the real attack, holding both hands in front of him as his boots stood on the empty sky itself. Utilizing the…
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The sleazy words only served to ignite the sparks of contempt within the man's heart as his amethyst eyes sharpened with those emotions, "Disgusting. After everything your group has done–unleashing the Nightmare on Larundog, freeing Dread, destroying my hometown, and killing my mother…Not to speak of everything else you've done to others–you have the nerve to say it's for the "good of the world"--disgusting." "Interesting. So, that's how you see it. Alright, then…" Maximus bowed forward with…
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