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Boss Mission - JinxeJinxe glance about, she stood alone in a long hall of her family. She had just recently glanced at the mission board and had noticed an interesting mission. The BOSS Mission, not only did it involve her not leaving the building, it even allowed her to cause a little chaos. She smirked at the thought as she thought of just what to do.
She sighed, she realized that she should probably find someone first to trick. She glanced around, there was bound to be someone from another house in the building somewhere. She pushed off the wall she was leaning against and walked down the hall. It didn't take her long to find the lobby, she was getting the hang of getting around the building now.
She then glanced around and noticing that nearly no one was about. Well, what the hell? Was everyone asleep? She glared ahead of her, annoyed by the turn of events but she blinked when she saw a flash of pink. A girl about her height walked quickly past, her hair was a deep pink and her eyes appeared to be a r
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Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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