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Terra Et Tempore
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Terra Et Tempore"I am the Demon Overlord, yet you can just call me Overlord." She said. "I was obviously summoned here, because my lover is nowhere to be found." She cast a glance around, looking at Iteral for a second. "Where exactly is here? It isn't my castle, that's for sure."
And to top it all off, a figure was slumped to the floor in one of the cells. Iteral.
Moon motioned to Lydia to wait so they could try to figure out more information.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Crap, there was a third one waiting in the shadows. Did it see her? She drew the air to her fists again. It was as if the pressure suddenly dropped in the room. Her hands felt strong as if they were encased in iron or stone. Well this was slightly new, Moon thought.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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"There's nothing else you can call me." She said, shrugging.
"Sh. There's someone else here."
She casted a glance towards the shadows, towards where the other person was looking at. She could sense them too, and eyed them. Overlord didn't mean no harm, of course unless they attacked her first
I take that statement back. She was not good at waiting. She jumped out of the shadows, grinning like a maniac. She tied her hair back, gripping her sword tightly.
"Name's Lydia Satou, engrave it into your minds~!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

But who was the boss? She kind of wanted to find out... No. Safety first.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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She simply blocked the shock, bringing her blade down at him.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Moon darted inside the cell to Iteral, summoning another flimsy shield around the two of them. She had a pulse, she was alive. Standing back up, she faced her opponent. Back to the wall, she had a half-baked plan in mind.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And what the hell are you even supposed to be?" She tried to remain calm, her mind racing to fill in details.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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