Jessica Smith
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Oscar Mills was not in a good mood. He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his flying cat's reins. As his chubby cat soared in the sky, Oscar could see the two-headed dragon wreaking havoc from a mile away. "Call Tamara," he made a voice command and his User Interface automatically opened an Audio Chat window. Tamara let out an exasperated grunt. "She really likes that clock tower, huh," Oscar whispered after Tamara hung up. "Distract it? How? That thing may…
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From her place atop the tallest building in all the city, Amelia Laflamme observed the rain falling beyond the horizon. Londorus seemed to be covered in a gray, cold, and indifferent mantle. Sitting at the edge of the rooftop, she then looked down at the street, having a view of her hair and the fabric of her dress forcibly stuck to her chest, but she did not mind. She needed all that coldness to feel something. She swallowed saliva, tasting it bitter. In less than a minute, she had ignored three…
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"Ahhh! That hit the spot!" the girl beamed with purple-painted lips. "Thanks for the treat, Alan Warden!" "Just call me Alan..." he said, peeping at her once more to study her clothes. Who seemed to be a girl his age, was wearing a black oversized windbreaker jacket that allowed her to hide her face and hands. From time to time, Alan could have a glimpse of her pale chin and white-as-ceramic fingertips, and purple nail polish. He shivered and took a modest sip from his second can of the day, as…
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The pink-haired Idol from the ad made a V sign with her left hand while holding a soda can in her right. Her purple dress matched the brand's logo, and her smile was bright and almost too sincere, as if she truly believed in what she was advertising. "Oh, man..." Alan muttered, "I never thought I'd take advice from an ad, but I really need a sip of that." "Would you like to try the New Moontain, miss?" a jolly voice caught his attention. A few feet away, a female NPC dressed in the same purple…
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He saw himself working in The Santa María's hangar, moving weapon crates and repairing compromised locks. His favorite task, however, was maintaining the Custos. To do this, Alan climbed up a ladder and walked across a service ramp to reach their heads and check their systems. His favorite was a red one with green eyes, which he nicknamed Captain Ketchup. "How are you doing today, Captain?" Alan would ask each morning, greeting it with a wave. The stationary, 60-foot-tall metal statue always remained…
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"Look at all these magnificent creatures!" exclaimed Brittany in awe, twirling and gazing at the creatures on display. The beasts, programmed to be docile while waiting for purchase, each displayed unique quirks to attract customers. The feline mounts purred gently while licking their paws, and the canine ones wagged their tails, with the feral-looking wolves proving most popular. The group, however, bypassed this aisle in search of something more exotic. "Is that what you really want?" Jason…
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"What the hell is this?" one of the women accompanying Jason Foreman cried from her bathroom stall, followed by the sound of her bowels loosening. "Was the sushi bad?!" "You can't get intoxicated like that in The Novus, stupid! Someone drugged us. There's no other explanation! Oh, god—!" "Whoever did this is dead, then!" "Just try it," Marissa Laflamme, disguised as Brittany, giggled from the sinks while checking her outfit and makeup. She heard a liquid dripping beside her, and for a second,…
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The waffles and coffee tasted better than anything Alan had eaten during his time outside, but he couldn't bring himself to smile. Looking into the distance, he found a world both familiar and alien to him. Isabella's electronic voice echoed through his mind. His mind tricked him into seeing the lively Londorus in flames, the lake beneath it bathed in a deathly orange light. Such a vision made him feel nauseous. He placed a hand against his face, catching her attention. "Are you okay?"…
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An hour later, at the Shooting Stars headquarters, someone knocked on Alan's door. "The Guild Master asked me to deliver this to you, sir," said a male NPC, handing Alan a set of clothes. "Is the color or design not to your liking?" Alan shook his head. "No, it's not that! Thank you. And thank Astrid too." "You're welcome," the NPC bowed slightly. "Astrid Bradford has also instructed me to inform you that she'll be waiting for you at the main building's entrance at nine o'clock." "Understood.…
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"After what you did, you dare to say her name?" Alan said, wrinkling his nose. Having Alan's full attention made Marco chuckle. "What do you know about the gold used inside The Novus, Ghost?" Alan examined Marco's smirk and decided to take the bait. "It seems to work like in any other game, doesn't it?" Alan said, returning to his place, but refusing to sit, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms instead. "You earn it from missions or by working, and you buy stuff with it. But most…
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