𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥.
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She leaned into the seat. It was one shock after another. Well, as long as he enjoys it...
"Racing, hm? Are you winning anything?"
It seems like he was skilled at driving it.
"Urh... ah. So, this is... how this thing functions, huh? What an odd machine... Where the heck did you even get this?"
She leaned into the seat. It was one shock after another. Well, as long as he enjoys it...
"Racing, hm? Are you winning anything?"
"Urh... ah. So, this is... how this thing functions, huh? What an odd machine... Where the heck did you even get this?"
And off they go! At appropriate speeds of course.
With a smile,
"Shall we?"
"Urh... ah. So, this is... how this thing functions, huh? What an odd machine... Where the heck did you even get this?"
With a smile,
"Shall we?"
"Mhm! And don't worry, I'll go at a reasonable speed."
"If I can't change your mind, I may as well join."
She gets back up and strolls on over.
"Just here?"
With a smile,
"Shall we?"
"If I can't change your mind, I may as well join."
She gets back up and strolls on over.
"Just here?"
He throws on some swirly lensed shades.
"Wanna go for a ride?"
Her jaw went slack with awe.
"You're crazy. Forget anything about racing. You're going to hurt someone..."
"If I can't change your mind, I may as well join."
She gets back up and strolls on over.
"Just here?"
Her jaw went slack with awe.
"You're crazy. Forget anything about racing. You're going to hurt someone..."
He then showed her his gadget loadout.
"I go super fast once I have 100 rings!"
Her jaw went slack with awe.
"You're crazy. Forget anything about racing. You're going to hurt someone..."
Forsythia sighs and sits back down. With two fingers pressed to her temples—
"How the hell did you trick that thing out?"
He hits the brakes to comes to a screeching halt.
"Sometimes I forget how fast this thing goes."
"Wh!! HEY! Watch what you're doing, bozo!"
Sparks envelope her body as she considers frying the thing...
Forsythia sighs and sits back down. With two fingers pressed to her temples—
"How the hell did you trick that thing out?"
"Wh!! HEY! Watch what you're doing, bozo!"
Sparks envelope her body as she considers frying the thing...
And there goes Farosh, flying by in his Machine.
"Whoooooo hoooooo!!!"
Underneath her favorite parasol hanging above her favorite outdoor cafe, Forythia is enjoying her favorite coffee.
She flicks through her phone quickly - not looking for anything in particular. Her eyes gloss over all postings along her feed.
"Wh!! HEY! Watch what you're doing, bozo!"
Sparks envelope her body as she considers frying the thing...
Underneath her favorite parasol hanging above her favorite outdoor cafe, Forythia is enjoying her favorite coffee.
She flicks through her phone quickly - not looking for anything in particular. Her eyes gloss over all postings along her feed.
Underneath her favorite parasol hanging above her favorite outdoor cafe, Forythia is enjoying her favorite coffee.
She flicks through her phone quickly - not looking for anything in particular. Her eyes gloss over all postings along her feed.
"Shit... Battery low? Tch..."
Looking left. Looking right.
Bzzzzttt-
"Oh! Full charge! How strange!"
"Shit... Battery low? Tch..."
Looking left. Looking right.
Bzzzzttt-
"Oh! Full charge! How strange!"
Literally vibrating.
"...
Ten .
...more coffes.... coffeees please..."
Literally vibrating.
"...
Ten .
...more coffes.... coffeees please..."
With dark rings beneath her eyes, Forsythia sits alone in a booth inside her favorite coffee shop.
Her hands shake. Not from the coffee, but lack of sleep.
With dark rings beneath her eyes, Forsythia sits alone in a booth inside her favorite coffee shop.
Her hands shake. Not from the coffee, but lack of sleep.
And then, the wake-up. Reality hitting like a ton of bricks. Just how people died at her hands? How many people did they make her—
Forsythia wakes up in a cold sweat. She hopes—
And then, the wake-up. Reality hitting like a ton of bricks. Just how people died at her hands? How many people did they make her—
Forsythia wakes up in a cold sweat. She hopes—
❪ Is…uh. Her sword in danger? And her jacket? ❫
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However... the layer around her is so thin that it may as well not make a difference. Especially since she can not project it. It simply stays as is.
However... the layer around her is so thin that it may as well not make a difference. Especially since she can not project it. It simply stays as is.
However... the layer around her is so thin that it may as well not make a difference. Especially since she can not project it. It simply stays as is.
Raising her fist into the sky, she lets the bolt of lightning back out through the clouds...
Her hair fizzles after the lighting bolt strikes her.
"...oops-"
Raising her fist into the sky, she lets the bolt of lightning back out through the clouds...
She simply awaits the connection.
Maybe don't let her. Her eyes are bigger than her stomach type moment.
Forsythia looks back and forth. Down and around.
"It doesn't really hurt me. But the moment I think your life is in danger, I'm stopping it..."
She simply awaits the connection.
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𝑓𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒.
𝕾𝐓𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝕺𝐅 𝕾𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒…
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𝑓𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒.
𝕾𝐓𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝕺𝐅 𝕾𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒…
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