Mary Miller
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And so he logged out. That was to say, Han Jing bade Timothy goodnight and then ran like hell back to his room—before proceeding to logout. The man ended up waking in his own world and sat up with an aching head, he slapped a hand over his forehead. And it wasn't because his body felt like crap. This headache was an onslaught of his own doing. What exactly had gone back there? Why the hell was there someone who looked like an exact replica of someone he knew? Was that supposed to mean something?…-
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Why did it take him far too long to realize that he was friends with someone like Timothy? This guy was too suspicious. Sarcasm aside, Han gulped and tried not to retch then and there—he had his own guts nearly spilled out before with Donovan. This was fine. He could take this. Except someone else was injured and not him, and the friend that he thought Timothy was, he still seemed to be a culprit regardless of what they said. He didn't want to be a downer but, "If she's going to die—I think we need to…
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Her eyes fluttered open weakly, her gaze landing on him. She didn't say a word, but it was already a response. It had taken her too long to recover and he had been afraid that the potion hadn't done a thing. That her situation was more grievous than he thought it was. That there was something graver that happened when he was gone—and he didn't know a thing about dealing with poisons or anything else. He was an idiot, he knew that, but she still did something stupid herself. She wasn't supposed to do…
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"I don't have a brother." Han said. He had a sister, but that wasn't really the point about this, wasn't it? Teresa crossed her arms and eyed him, "Che, that Gargoyle thing didn't seem true either." "Aw. You could have explained it further." Roux Arcois muttered. As for the others, the expression of Diov lit up, a little smug smirk appeared on his face. Donovan grunted beside him while the others who hadn't exactly said a thing had mixed reactions. But one didn't exactly have to wait for everyone to…
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Several options ran through his mind but there was no time to think about it, uncorking the bottle and checking the green liquid inside. He glanced at Iola, her face was pale and streaked with questionable fluids. He took the bottle in his hand and sipped the liquid into his mouth. . . . . . He knelt down beside her and gulped. The slightly minty flavor went down his throat, he blinked and he waited for the effects. Timothy couldn't help it—he still couldn't help but trust other people. Even if…
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His name was Doug. And the man chasing after him was—they were nobody of importance. They were a random Guardsman who saw him filching and now they were in the midst of a chase. His blood pumped as he pounded on the ground, pushing his legs to move faster without toppling over and losing his balance. And for a Level 5 Thief, this was actually a little harder than he thought and that was despite him getting as his most recent Skill. The darkness was already on its way and overlooking the city, as the…
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The Mage's Guild was the hub for all practitioners of magic—especially those interested in keeping up with the latest news in regards to magic and its developments. That was to say, only birds of the same feather flock together. The Mage's neighbor next door wasn't going to be interested in the recent spell matrix found in an ancient tomb unless that Spell was something that they could use and even more so, afford to have someone use. Not everyone was capable of paying Mages for their often expensive…
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The bottle was spinning—it drew everyone's eyes to it, hypnotically, almost as if they were called to pay attention to it. And it really was a plain bottle of glass. Perhaps anyone else who had noticed that the group's attention was on a mere container would think that something was very wrong. Lady Angelika held her breath, Donovan was tapping his fingers on his table (he ended up getting slapped for disturbing the bottle's twirling) and Lu Rei was frozen in place as the bottle did its course. Even…
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If there was something that Ellynn didn't understand with the young man across from her—it was his carefree attitude around her and everyone. Somehow it felt like the man was on his own world whenever he interacted with her and the others, he was uncaring of the treatment and thoughts of other people and still approached her. As if they didn't bother him at all. But it also meant that he was willing to do things that most others wouldn't. "You don't have to sound unconvinced—I'll help you make more…
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The Wood Elf accepted the chance to participate in the Creators' desire for peace for all of the Races and he enjoyed the world that he was in on top of that—and except for some mistakes in the past, he really was trying to live as peacefully as he could. He even had a daughter. But it didn't mean that he took things lightly. "...you don't happen to know the Human's True Name, do you?" The Demon Lord Mursiel asked him as they plopped down on their seat. Dark eyes darkened even further as they awaited…
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