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Hunt the Boogey, Part 1Walking down the sidewalk, I was wondering how I’ve been talked into this. But, I owe Aleksei, a Russian Associate and friend of mine. A favour for a favour isn’t much too much to ask from a friend. Bringing up my smartphone, I check the coordinates once more. I was almost there, which happens to be near the Inccubus, that nightclub I’ve never been to yet. It’s undeniably popular with all the partyers, and here I am in the Theater District of Millennium City. But I wasn’t there to party, of course. Thus, at 9:00 PM exactly, I arrived to the rendez-vous point. Right on time likes a real magician, heh.Hunt the Boogey, Part 1 by ~BleuRoy
Aleksei was
A matter of CreativityWhispers, voices, shouts and wrathful growls gradually shook the half-elf from her visions, her contemplation. Her eyes sprung open, widely, accompanied by a quiet gasp. The faces, the expressions flashing in her mind. One moment it was a thankful smile, the other a frown of deception or the apoplectic features of a lost one. Natasha’s own soft features turned into a grimace. Remorse? Frustration? Or was she simply annoyed that her focus was wiped by those image… Those memories? Her eyes closed, her glowing white irises hidden behind her eyelids, facial traits returning to a contemplative expression.A matter of Creativity by ~BleuRoy
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