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Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of God
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You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Third Person POV
The man gulped. She was gone, and in her wake she'd completely ruined his life. Why oh why couldn't he have been an ordinary kid who wanted to be a terrorist instead of an expendable background character?
But alas, thoughts were not permitted for NPCs, so he just internally grumbled and headed down the hall, potentially in the direction of the apparition.
He reached a balcony before long. Like the foolish unimportant person he was, he leaned over the edge. For no plot reason in particular, no, he was just here to fail Isla.
push.
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The second is that the afterimage changed scenes, as if it closed in on a more dramatic fashion. So instead, the afterimage reenacted Legion's attempt at throwing Iteral off the balcony, which it did to a t.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Third Person POV
In a shocking and completely unpredictable turn of events, the much beloved NPC.2 has been yeeted off of a balcony.
A true tragedy for all involved. The world has lost a great soul with NPC.2. May his legacy live on with his non-existent and completely unimportant family. He will be dearly missed and definitely not forgotten within 7 and a half minutes.
Anyway-
Adrik Volkov
Adrik slipped through the various crevices and alleyways of Snavia, making his way towards the Legion guard. Hidden in the dirty folds of his pants pocket was a precious coin-
His first connection to the Legion military.
The thing, so precious, yet so meaningless.
His opportunity to get back in with Isla. His opportunity to help those he held dear.
He gave it another squeeze, and took a left.
"Sit. He'll be here any second now." Just as she said that, the doors opened. Legion walked in with his signature amused smirk, sitting at the end of the meeting table. Next to him, connected to what looked to be a leash he held in his hand, was the Saint Deity, using the light of her halo to cover her face- as was customary of her to do.
"Welcome, all. I'm pleased to know that the lot of you could make it." He glanced to the empty seats. "And I'll assume the ones who couldn't be here are no longer extant on this plane of reality. Any questions before we begin?"
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Isla Greer
She didn't grace the snivelling girl with a response. This was a war meeting- politeness would come with the peace talks, when you wanted to pretend everyone in the world was civilized and had no reason to murder each other. Right now, all that mattered were who had the weapons and the most dehumanized soldiers.
Inside her mind, she counted to ten. When the room remained empty and silent, she counted to ten again.
At five, the door opened.
Isla sat rigidly up in her seat, keeping a soldier's posture and her eyes on Legion. For now, she thought. He is your superior officer. You are loyal to him.
Her anger bled out of her, replaced with a dull apathy. Her heart was well trained.
She tracked him as he made his way across the room, barely looking at the girl at his side. There was a faint ache in her heart every time she spotted the crest of her hair, a flash of skin- something in her wildly protesting this treatment of a deity- she was supposed to worship her, protect her- not see her coveted in an enemy's chains.
You are a soldier, Greer.
He stopped. A vague threat towards them and those absent. Greer allowed herself a grim smile.
he raised his hand like a child sitting on a chair, leaning it backward, crossing his legs. he did not look like a prisoner. Kendo was out here asking the truly important questions. He'd followed them, whistling cheerfully.
"Because, you know, they have like a couple dozen pairs of legs, so would they like only wear trousers on the first two legs, the last two legs, on all of them or just stretch out the trousers? Assuming we either have a human-sized centipede or a centipede-sized pair of triusers, of course."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime
