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Those Who Carried On
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"No... It's not your fault." She sniffled, seemingly angry now. "It's that big jerk Rhulk's fault! I'm going to punch him so hard, I'll send him across the entire palace!" She gained some of her cheer back, pepping herself up. "And then I'm going to call him words I can't even think of right now! He's such a douche- God I hate men!" She slammed her fist into the mattress.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
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Iteral just kept laying on the ground. She didn't even attempt to anymore. "... so it's final." She just kept her face in the dirt, then points at Matsunaga's sword. "If you hate me so much, do it quickly at least. As long as I have no second chance."
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
Matsunaga sneered and walked away. She didn't make any noise as she walked, carefully avoiding the patches of snow and dead leaves.
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Yekaterina stuck her tongue out from under her veils. "I'm just playing!" She giggled, jumping off of the bed and stretching. "I really need to get back on track with my work... Are you going to stay in here to heal, or...?"
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
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"Rhuna..." Yekaterina smiled and placed her hand on Rhuna's head. "Get better fast, okay? Do that for me. That's an order."
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Renata snaps her fingers in her office. She would not be at the assembly herself, she had other business to attend to. Fortunately, her butler was ready to attend. All it needed to do is shrink itself to fit through the doors of the building, which was easy enough. So, for the call of Yekaterina, instead came Her loyal butler Nautilus, once more.
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Iteral stood up. She just... left back into the kitchen, not caring for anyone who followed. Those who did (or were close enough to the kitchen window) heard it though.
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A tipping of fingers, about fifteen seconds. She was trembling more than usual. Then a dial tone...
"Hey, dad... it's me, Itty. Look, I-I need a response from you, please. Everything else, it... it's awful." She walks back and forth in the kitchen, holding her head like she was about to tear hair out.
"Mom keeps saying she wants to finish things but stays vague, Aria Grace returned and wants her grimoire, Matsunaga completely hates me and refuses to say why, they poured away my juice and I see demons in the corners of my eyes... please, dad... respond so I can have at least one positive thing to look forward to... I know Yumine and Kendo are there too but I can always sacrifice myself for them, they would not mind. But I am clinging on straws and hoping that you would be the one person in the world who would smile when I return, so please..."
Over the course of her monologue, she cried again. And it was audible, very audible. Not enough to drown her out on the mailbox but still.
"Please respond... please."
A tipping of fingers, about fifteen seconds. She was trembling more than usual. Then a dial tone...
"Hey, dad... it's me, Itty. Look, I-I need a response from you, please. Everything else, it... it's awful." She walks back and forth in the kitchen, holding her head like she was about to tear hair out.
"Mom keeps saying she wants to finish things but stays vague, Aria Grace returned and wants her grimoire, Matsunaga completely hates me and refuses to say why, they poured away my juice and I see demons in the corners of my eyes... please, dad... respond so I can have at least one positive thing to look forward to... I know Yumine and Kendo are there too but I can always sacrifice myself for them, they would not mind. But I am clinging on straws and hoping that you would be the one person in the world who would smile when I return, so please..."
Over the course of her monologue, she cried again. And it was audible, very audible. Not enough to drown her out on the mailbox but still.
"Please respond... please."
She hangs up and just sits down on the nearest chair, head down on the table and face hidden from all.
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.
You know the first rule in combat? shoot them before they shoot you.