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Present M8.1 - Honor Among RoguesRed Velvet M8 – Self-Proclaimed Superstar
1 –Honor Among Rogues
"Well, it's been a great run, hon. We've gathered quite a lot of Rogues for the cause, hm?" Stian casually padded through the bustling crowds of Tao Village, completely cool and collected despite the evident increasing turmoil among the residents. Rogues were running around everywhere, calling out and dragging each other to the Merchant hut, where Dmitri stood, placing each arriving Rogue in a guarding position in front of one of the hut’s entrances. Occasionally, a yelling Merchant would be thrown out of said entrances and forced away from the hut, maybe followed by a short giggle from Anana, inside and leading the charge in expelling the remaining Merchants from the building’s interior. Shroomsworth had yet to return, but already anxiety was building heavily in the noisy air.
“Heh, yeah. Glad we could. It’s about time those Merchants got their greedy butts off of
Past M8.5 - Skeleton in the ClosetRed Velvet M8 – Where the Light Dies
5 – Skeleton in the Closet
With one last Air Slash, Eliot eliminated the Zoroark in front of him.
That had been the eighth one. Eliot wasn’t sure if he’d hit this record in the past. He’d always told himself he’d keep the numbers in mind, but in the end he’d always forget anyway. It wasn’t one of the more pleasant numbers he kept in his knowledge, but numbers in any form were delightful to him, and so were these sorts of numbers, though in a morbidly fascinating way. Behind him he heard screams as another Zoroark set off a Night Daze; what a troublesome move! Honestly.
Finished with the Zoroark that had tried to return for backup, Eliot turned back to return to the main body of the fighting, where Callahan would be dodging and attacking as nimbly as ever, and PK would be setting off flashes of light that left irritating spots swimming in Eliot’s vision. It was all such a tiring affair, and
Past M8.4 - Sweet DreamsRed Velvet M8 – Where the Light Dies
4 – Sweet Dreams
Perdita ran as far as her bleeding leg could take her, through the winding alleys filled to the brim with shadows that only prodded at her to run faster. She wished for a brief moment that she were a fire type, able to bring at least a pinch of light to the overwhelming dark which reminded her painfully of the scene in the mead—
No, never mind. She didn’t want to think about that.
But she had to think about something, something else. The darkness was driving her crazy, and already she had forgotten through which alleys she had run. Stian and she had only arrived so recently in Tao, and she had yet to understand the turns of its streets, much less those of itself in the past.
So she would think, rationally and logically, like Stian had always been scolding her to do. Stian would keep his cool in this situation. Wait, why the hell was she using him as a model? No, if Stian had been here, he would have insisted
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