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Dice- the main way to get skills, weapons, misc. Items, accessories, armor, etc. there are 5 types, 10 sided die, 50 sided die, 80 sided die, 99 sided die and 100 sided die. 10 sided die have [Common] and [Rare] items, 1-7 being [Common] and 8-10 being [Magic]. 50 sided die have [Common], [Magic] and [Epic] rank items, 1-35 being common, 36-45 being Magic, and 46-50 benign Epic. 80 sided die have [Common], [Magic], [Epic] and [Legendary] rank items, 1-45 being common, 46-65 being magic, 65-75 being epic and 76-80 being Legendary. 99-sided die and 100 sided die are the same in probability, with common being 1-55, 56-75 being magic, 76-89 being epic and 90-99 being Legendary, but in 100 sided die, the last number, 100, is a MYTHICAL item.
Ranking- Common -> Magic -> Epic -> Legendary -> Mythic. Common are items without any magic or skills, just giving (small)stat boosts, Magic have magic, and sometimes have skills, but usually don’t. Give marginally better stat boosts. Epic are higher rank than magic, always have skills(when equipment), give large stat bonuses, sometimes give passives. Legendary items are usually considered the highest rank, with incredible stat bonuses, multiple high-tier skills, at least 1 passive. Mythic items are always broken, busted items, which are too powerful, and would allow one to become the strongest person in their individual area.
Skills- the abilities of those living in the System.
Weapons- The most important aspect of the system, good weapons give high stat bonuses, and amplify powers of skills when types match. Some weapons(MAGIC rank or higher) give skills to users.
Accessories- stat bonus items, sometimes have skills added on, usually utility or healing.
Armor- See accessories. Skills attached are usually defense oriented.
Levels- the basic growth rate for players. Level cap is 100.
Stats- 5 stat points per level up, cap for 1 stat is 4000. Can be bought through Points.

[STR] - A measure of bodily fitness. Around 4-8 is normal, with bodybuilders having 9-10 and shut-ins having < 4.
[DEX] - A character’s agility and flexibility. Similar to STR, around 4-8 is normal for regular characters, with Runners having 9-10 and shut-ins having less than 4.
[INT] - A character’s ability to understand and comprehend texts, similar to academic prowess.
[CHR] - The ability for the user to convince, cajole, persuade or charm their way through a given situation.
[LUCK] - A numerical measurement of a character’s luck, which can be consumed to temporarily increase the probability of events going well in your favor.

Dexterity, Strength, Intelligence, Charisma, Luck.
Points- a form of currency in the system, both through the [[System Store] where one can buy Dice and stat points, and in the system’s economy itself, where people sell their collected treasures on the Auction. Earned through quests and missions.
Server- the world is separated into 6 servers, based on continent.
Calamities- Large-scale spillings of monsters into the real world, usually involving thousands of Intermediate-to-high-rank creatures.
Monster rankings- Lowest(7th Class)-> Lower(6th Class)-> Low(5th Class)-> Intermediate(4th Class)-> High(3rd Class)-> Higher(2nd Class)-. Highest(1st Class). 7th->5th drop only 10-50 sided die, 4th -> 3rd drop 10-80 sided die, 2nd->1st drop 50->99 sided.
Proficiency Rates- the measurement of a Player’s, well, proficiency in wielding a certain weapon or using a certain skill or etc.
Item Sets- Set bonuses that are activated when a player has on them multiple accessories that relate to some myth or folktale.
Inherent Skills- a unique skill that only one person in the world has.ranks range from lowest (F) to highest (S). Regular skills follow the same system
Classes- players are able to unlock a [Class] upon reaching Lv. 10. The list of classes one can choose is optimized off of their performance in the first 5 floors.
Users of the System are called [Players].

The world was completely normal.

Until it wasn’t. Out of nowhere, a tower appeared on the earth, summoning millions of humans into it, allowing the people within the tower to have superhuman abilities, at the price of scaling the tower, a merciless place full of crime, death, and unspeakable horrors. But within the tower, those who retained their humanity formed bonds, banded together, made friendships.

But none of that mattered in the beginning, when the Supervisors, the angels, issued the first task.

[Kill 1 Human.]

And all hell broke loose.

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[STATUS WINDOW]
Name-
Age-
Gender-
Sexuality-
Appearance-
Personality-
Backstory-
Stats-
[keep in mind that the highest you can start with in any stat is 10, which is on the level of peak humanity.]
Inherent Skill-
Other-

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[STATUS WINDOW]
Name-
Seraphina Michael Weiss

Age-
22

Gender-
Female

Sexuality-
Pan

Appearance-
Wavy purple hair, shoulder length, white t-shirt, black hooded jacket. Jeans.

Personality-
Rather sarcastic, with a sharp wit, Seraphina deflects all situations with sarcastic, snarky remarks and a facade of apathy. She's rather insecure, deep underneath.

Backstory-
Growing up in a broken home, her father in jail and her mother an alcoholic, Seraphina never had much more than her wit and brains. Needed to survive, so she did whatever she could to get away from home. Has a younger brother, who she adores. She was a police officer. was fired after "use of excessive violence" on the man who killed her best friend.

Stats-
Str 7, Dex 7, Int 6, Chr 5, Luck 9

Inherent Ability-
[Counter(A-)]
[Deflect & Reflect.]

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[NON PLAYER CHARACTER]
Name-
Miyasaki Satou

Age-
19(~7500)

Gender-
Male

Sexuality-
Straight(on and off with Alaire)

Appearance-
Black hooded cloak over a black T-shirt and black trousers. Dark sneakers. Brown hair, bright blue eyes. 6'1. Baseball bat.

Personality-
He used to be kind, used to be a pacifist who valued life above all else. Now, he totes a stainless steel baseball bat and the power to obliterate stars, with an apatheticlack of care for anything. Rather forgetful.

Backstory-
621 regressions. 400 spent with Alaire. Memories slowly fading. Once a regular student, Miyasaki crawled to the top, then died, then restarted, over and over and over.

Stats-
Str 10, Dex 10, Int 10, Chr 10, Luck 10.

Inherent Ability-
[Regressor's Stopwatch(EX)]
Turn back time upon death. 621/1000.
[Predation(S)]
Steal abilities from other players through complete trust or complete power.

Other-

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[STATUS WINDOW]

-Name-
Ayran Herpich

-Age-
26

-Gender-
Male | He - Him

-Sexuality-
Demi

-Appearance-
Ayran has curly low saturated messy golden hair that is swept to one side, and golden eyes with pale skin. With a height of 5'9, he have a well-built stature. A slender figure, that has lean muscles hidden beneath his loose outfit.

Ayran tries to wear comfortable clothing when he can. Like, but not limited to, a knitted turtleneck, blouse, and windbreaker. Paired with some black jeans, and white boots that are somehow completely white, without a single stain.

Very often, he carries multiple pairs of black gloves in his messenger bag.

-Personality-
Sly | Cunning | Extremely Intelligent | Great but not perfect memory | Mischievous | Wolf in a sheep's clothing | Coy | Kind | Generous | Tactless 50% | Stubborn | Grumpy | Unlucky Debuff 500% | Indulgent |

Ayran is extremely cunning and knows when to bargain and when to surrender, but that doesn't mean he isn't stubborn. When he really wants something, he will keep fighting till he gets it. Sly as a fox, yet kind and grumpy as a cat. It is often seen he has a soft spot for children, and often buys candy for them. Though on some situations, he can be quite tactless and oblivious to what is going on. But it is the truth, that Ayran wholeheartedly is a kind person. at times

-Backstory-
Born as the son of a courtesan from a brothel.

[Stats]
| STR - 9 | CHR - 9 | DEX - 7 | INT - 6 | LCK - 5 |

-Inherent Skill-
[Weapon Mastery] [A-]
Ayran can make everything into a weapon, like a branch could become the best spear in the whole world, but maybe after that single throw, the branch will turn into dust. Ayran can use anything as a weapon to his liking, but the more fragile the object is, the less time he gets to use it before it turns to dust.

[Warning: The weaker the material, the weaker the durability before it shatters]

After all, even the strongest blade can get dull when it is handled by a master. Ofcourse, how he uses this power depends on him.

-Other-

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[STATUS WINDOW]

-Name-
Shieta RaVil

-Age-
19

-Gender-
Female | She - Her

-Sexuality-
Lesbian | Asexual

-Appearance-
With soft curly silver locks that doesn't past her shoulders that is usually let loose or tied into a low ponytail, Shieta is 4'9, with black eyes that has silver-ish blue iris and malnourished pale skin. But unlike her malnourished appearance, she still has her baby fat on her cheeks that refuses to go away that flush read easily when worked up much to Sheita's displeasure.

She wears a either maroon or beige cardigan, with a white or black dress shirt to pair with. To complete the outfit, Sheita doesn't wear a skirt, but rather a comfortable sweatpants and some simple sneakers that is always somewhat dirty.

Oh and for some reason, Shieta has really cold hands all year long.

-Personality-
| ISTJ-T | Logistician | Dry | Blunt | Slightly Cold to strangers | More of a follower than leader | Lactose Intolerant | Grumpy | Shy | Socially Awkward |

Shieta is usually an awkward and quite person due to the fact that many people think that she is quite hard to get along with, and is extremely stubborn when she sets her mind to something. Especially when her expression is dead set on being colder than the ice age.

-Backstory-
Born from a previously extremely high class family, Shieta was told to be elegant, cold and restrained at all times growing up. She was perfectly fine with that. Perfectly fine with her opinion not needed. Her needs ignored until last minute. Perfectly fine with being used only as a decoration in the family.

That was until their family business went bankrupt, and the delicate balance collapsed.

[Stats]
| STR - 8 | CHR - 6 | DEX - 10 | INT - 10 | LCK - 3 |

-Inherent Skill-
[Witch's Brew] [B+]
Blessed, or even better, cursed by the witches of mischief; Shieta has the ability to concoct various potions with varying abilities from the system. Different effects includes: Health Regeneration, Stat Boost, Resistance, and much more. The potency of these potions depends on it's ranking. But not all effects are virtuous. Thus is the reason why it may be more of a curse rather than a blessing for others.
[Some potion effect are locked due to the fact that some conditions have not been met.]

Currently the highest ranking potion Shieta can make is: [B-].

Max potion she can make per day is: [5].

-Other-

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it was a completely normal day.

Until, of course, it wasn't. Out of nowhere, a tower appeared on the earth, summoning millions of humans into it, allowing the people within the tower to have superhuman abilities, at the price of scaling the tower, a merciless place full of crime, death, and unspeakable horrors. But within the tower, those who retained their humanity formed bonds, banded together, made friendships.

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Screaming

Mayhem.

The field was filled with panicked people, hundreds of thousands of people, running around, screaming.

The field stretched on for what ooked like far past the horizon, far past anything the eye could see, and in the sky, was a being made of dozens of dozens of pure white wings, eyes dotting the length of them, as it stared down upon the panicked huamns.

Seraphina struggled to her feet, flipping her purple hair over her shoulder, wobbling slightly. She put a hand on her forehead, blinking away the heavy feeling on her eyes.

She glanced around.

"What the hell is going on...?"

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[STATUS WINDOW]
Name-
AC - real name unknown

Age-
19

Gender-
Female

Sexuality-
Unknown.

Appearance-
Medium length brown hair. Not quite wavy, not quite straight. On the short side. Permanent sarcastic smirk.

Personality-
Rather sarcastic, kind of a bitch. Resourceful, creative, enigmatic. Adaptable. She often enjoys messing with people for no apparent reason. She enjoys keeping people guessing about her intentions... and the attention.

Backstory-
Grew up in a very ordinary household, with her mom, dad, and brother. They are mundane... she is not. Because of this discrepancy, she experienced late-onset depression and left to find her own way. Her stories from her time with her family should be taken with suspicion.

Stats-
Str 3, Dex 6, Int 9, Chr 8, Luck 5

Inherent Ability-
[Born of Clay (A+)] [Earth and Terrain Manipulation. Very Low Level.]

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[NON PLAYER CHARACTER]
Name-
Alaire Atlas

Age-
19(~3900)

Gender-
Female

Sexuality-
Bi(on and off with Miyasaki; some other dalliances)

Appearance-
Blue-purple hair. Oversized sweatshirts and short skirts. Wears tall heeled boots, or short socks/running sneakers. She’s obviously gorgeous and dresses the part to use looks to her advantage. Many a person has fallen in love with her at first sight.

Personality-
She used to be flirtatious, determined, extroverted, and friendly. Now she is analytical and determined. A little more stubborn, but very objective. She has always been insightful, observant, light-hearted, open-minded, and is an amazing listener.

Backstory-
400 regressions, all spent with Miyasaki. She did not keep her memories until the 76th regression. In every life, she crawls her way out of poverty, her intellect always growing before the tower, where she explores the strange structure. Sometimes, she's a freedom fighting exterminator, other times a double agent for the monsters on the 73rd floor... they have an accord. Usually finds her way back to Miyasaki, whom she has a strange relationship with; both physically intimate but somewhat emotionally withdrawn. He can never be considered a constant in her life as he has always been erratically unpredictable... and that's fine for her. Alaire is independent anyway, taking a delight in the idiocy of the travelers. But now that his memories are fading, she has a single-minded determination to find out the cause and stop it. It's unclear whether her primary motivation is to save him or prevent the same from happening to her.

Stats-
Str 10, Dex 10, Int 10, Chr 12(+), Luck 10.

Inherent Ability-

[Interpersonal Perception (Passive) (B)] [The ability to perfectly sense people’s emotions (not the reasons, but whether they are concerned, excited, in love, etc.) and whether or not people are telling her the truth (but not what the truth is if they’re lying)]

[The Way of the Charismatic (S)] [Charisma gets a permanent 2 point stat buff. when using charisma, all other stats (except strength) have a chance to increase anywhere from 1-3 skill points]

Other- She is fast. A track runner in every incarnation, she has near inhuman stamina and a decent sprint pace.

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AC stood in the field of humans, the calm in the center of the storm. People screamed and ran around her, panicking like the ants that they were, but she was still. Focused. It's not that she wasn't confused (she was), or terrified (she was that too), it was just that she didn't think it made sense to expend energy before she knew the most important answers. Why was she here? She was jostled by the crowd, being pulled this way and that as the larger and taller people banged into her.

Her eyes found the many-winged creature, and she stared for a minute. Had she...? No. She rarely even asked Ollie to get Doobs to share his stash. Besides. This was far too vivid anyway. She put up her arms, bracing herself against the tide of people, adopting a defensive stance as she would on a soccer field. Stupid people. They were all ants to this thing.

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He stepped down onto the field rather lightly. He wore a black hoodie, the hood pulled over his long, brown hair.

He tapped the steel bat against the ground, leaning on it slightly.

"...Tsk. Back again."

He muttered softly to himself, eyes up at the angel.

He ignored the screaming idiots around him.

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Andreja loved mayhem. Her whole life, everyone had made the choices for her. It was cold and clinical, and above all, never messy. Even in her earliest memories, she could pick out images of clean white floors and crisp medical papers. "Be quiet"s and "stop that"s seemed to be the only thing in an adult's vocabulary. They seemed to like boredom- knees touching, just like that, Andreja.

It seemed to her that nothing ever got done like that. People would hem and haw back and forth, we're not sure if we're ready, or we love having her in the house, but the thing is-; the point never got itself across. A will never got expressed. When people were so insistent about everything being clean and perfect, there was no way for anyone to seize absolute authority. There was never a voice out on top that controlled the way things went.

With things like this, though... everyone was looking for a way out. A leader, perhaps.

Sucks to be them!

Andreja laughed, jumping down from her perch and strolling through the warring crowds. She whistled cheerfully, swinging her arms from side to side.

People were dumb. This place was dumb.

Huh? White stuff. Coming down from up high.

Snow! She stuck out her tongue and immediately choked on it when it easily slipped down her throat. Her dying gasps pierced the air. Evil snow! Death snow!

She hacked it up and alternated between coughing and gasping for air. Still wheezing, she traced her fingers along the thing.

A... feather?

She frowned, peering closer, blinking a few times to clear her eyes of tears. Yep, definitely a feather. Some of that 'pure white' crap too. What kinda bird had white feathers? She knew there was probably some holy wedding-ish bird out there, but all she could think about was those parking lot seagulls that lived on plastic and soggy newspaper.

Might as well be a good luck charm! she decided, slipping it into her pocket. She pushed herself to her feet, but before her hand left the floor, someone slammed into her and she was knocked over, her face smashing into the tiles.

Andreja blinked.

"Ow..." she mumbled. "Jerk."

Someone stepped on her hand and she yowled, yanking it away. The stampede was only growing more intense, she realised with alarm. People only more angry. A woman in front of her slipped, and only with a yelp was she able to avoid being decapitated via stiletto.

Backing up, Andreja bumped into someone. She looked up- a youngish dude with some weird cloakish hoodie and a baseball bat. Huh. That was a double red flag.

She pounced.

"Help!" she shrieked, clinging to his emo-wear. "I am going to succumb to the stilettos and the snow of doom! My face is too beautiful to die!"

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Miyasaki eyed this strange woman carefully. After judging that she didn't seem to be much of a threat, he lifted his baseball bat, pressing the end of it to her head.

He sighed.

"get off of me. Please."

He tried to push Andrea away, without much luck.

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Alaire holds a large knife. A knife, in fact, so long, that it could hardly be considered a knife at all, but a small sword. She had the time memorized: 2:53 pm. She knew to grab hold only of what she could carry and prepare for the second half of her life inexplicably started right then and there. Every once in a while, she wondered why the tower summoned her time after time. She wondered about a lot of things. But deep down, Alaire knew not to ask questions to which she would never receive answers.

Any second, the many-winged creature would make its announcement, and then the pandemonium would increase. Miyasaki was here somewhere... she wondered when she would run into him. She usually waited for him on the 73rd floor if she craved companionship. That was becoming a less and less common occurrence as each time, she remembered that he probably wouldn't remember, creating a strange dichotomy. But she had convinced many of the lesser demons that the sky was red. It was only a problem when his perception check went high... but her charisma was nearly impossible to ignore.

So she watched and she waited, her stilettos clicking ominously on the stone of the first floor chamber, swinging her blade in a clean arc. No one dared come near her after that. She would have been standing in a lonely island was her back not to the uncomfortable wall. She always appeared in this corner. It was either fight the miserable tide of people that threatened to strangle her to get the Miyasaki, inconveniently spawning on the other side of the tower, or make friends with the non-regs. She usually chose option three and struck out alone. Screw people. More than half of them died in the first day. three quarters wouldn't live to see the end of the weak. Attachment was stupid. She shouldered her knife, gazing skywards, or at where the sky would be if she wasn't trapped in this monolith.

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AC had started to shove the people getting too close. This was ridiculous. They all seemed to be waiting for an announcement that she wasn't sure would ever come. Some girl flailed into her as she dove backwards purposely, a guy with a baseball bat appearing to threaten her as her received the brunt of her force. As he pushed her away, she then careened into AC.

"Please," she scoffed. "I know you don't want her as your problem, but low blow shoving her into me." She debated flipping them both of, but decided against it.

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Miyasaki rolled his eyes, turning away.

"What regression is this? 500? 600? Tsk. How annoying."

He closed his eyes, filtering through the memories quietly.

Last regression. The 82nd floor was the furthest he'd gotten- it really wasn't too good by his standards. He'd missed on the chance to get the abilities of the most troublesome of his enemies, Artemis Wright and Emma Brown, which were key to getting through the higher floors.

He felt like something was missing. HE supposed it didn't matter.

He looked up at the sky, at the mas of wings and eyes, floating above them all.

"...damned angel. Wait until I get my fxcking hands on you."

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"Angel?" Andreja echoed. "That's a cute nickname. Can't say I dislike it. Keep it up, maybe you'll score a few extra points with me!"

She laughed, snatching at one of the arms trying to push her off and used it to hoist herself up. "Anyway... funny seeing you here, stranger! You wouldn't happen to know where we are, wouldja? So far, this has all been very confusing and sorta upsetting. If you could provide little Angie with an explanation, she'd be most grateful..."

She offered him her very best smile.

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"I will cave your skull in with this baseball bat if you don't back up, mein freund."

Miyasaki pulled his hood down, tying his long, brown hair into a ponytail.

"And by 'angel', I am referring to the glowing mass of wings in the sky."

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Seraphina noticed a lady with a large knife.

A really large knife.

"...whaaaat the fxck..."

The purple haired girl also noticed that the people around her were rightfully stepping away from the woman with the knife the size of her arm.

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"Ooo, playing hard to get, I can respect that." Andreja nodded sagely. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and shot him a wink. "I'll still get you, though. Bet on that."

She released him though and took a step back, studying the sky and lo and behold, a biblically accurate angel. By god, this weird emo kid who spoke Klingon wasn't totally crazy! There was a godly figure in the sky that, quite frankly, was an affront to nature itself.

"Are you going to beat up a godly entity with a baseball bat?" she asked curiously. "Because that's actually sick. I want to get in on that action."

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Alaire smirked at a girl with violet-blue hair ever so similar to her own. It would not return to its natural color now that she had entered the tower... oh no. They were frozen here like faded snapshots, perfect marbled statues perfectly kept by the sands of time. Unless they got too injured. Then it might start back up again.

It was like staring into a mirror at her unregressed self, confused at the presence of blades and the winged one, platitudes of terror in her eyes, purple hair flowing like an aura. Alaire turned slightly, always keeping her in eyesight, as she dragged her blade along the rocky stone walls, sharpening its edge.

"Profanities in front of one of the winged ones... how unwise." The statement was simple, and could be directed at any number of people. But she and her mirror both knew who the words were intended for. "Little moth gone astray, lured in by the bright brilliance of the amber flame..." Ravings of a madwoman, perhaps. Or just another prophecy from the tumbling timelines, spilling from her careless lips.

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AC scowled at the crowd, trying to find any source of humanity. The purposely clumsy idiot was going on about being an angel or something. But the emo kid actually seemed like he knew what he was talking about. The stark calmness her projected was... terrifying. And as the world sped about them, blurs of people dancing at the edges of her vision, she ground to a halt, staring at them as if rooted to the ground.

She narrowed her eyes as if figuring out a piece of a particularly difficult puzzle. "You know something." The most eloquent thing she could have said.

Really nice, AC.

But the stupid girl kept flirting with him, mocking him, refusing to acknowledge the intelligence behind his eyes. "Angel girl, shut up. You're not helping."

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"I know everything."

His voice was calm and neutral, emotionless.

"The game begins once more."

He stopped counting, letting out a sigh.

"Let the 621st round begin."

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"... What?"

Seraphina looked over at Alaire, blinking slightly.

"... Are you talking to me?"

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"Angel girl?" Andreja demanded, actually offended. "How actually dare you? I have a name, you know. Ask it." She thought for a second. "Wait! Are you hitting on me?"

She laughed. "Ooooo, I hit the nail on the head with that one, didn't I? I know, I know, you're jealous of this edgelord who makes up words for getting the glorious Angie-touch, but you don't need to lash out at me. That's really uncool."

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"How annoying."

Miyasaki sighed, spinning his bat idlely in his right hand.

"bothersome ants."

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"Ants?" Andreja gasped, offended. "Not cool, lover boy. You just lost five points. That puts you at negative twenty. The ugly cloak puts you down at negative thirty."

She scoffed. "Ants... really." Pouting, she crossed her arms and turned away, but unfortunately, there was just the weird biblically accurate angel thing, so that was kinda awkward. She just stared at it for a while and then looked away because ick.

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