✦ 🆂🆃🅰🆁 🆀🆄🅴🅴🅽 ✦

Whatever . . .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Let's get this over with. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ I have a Raid to get to.

[✦ 🆂🆃🅰🆁 🆀🆄🅴🅴🅽 ✦ @StarCrossedArc]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🆁🅴🅰🅻🅸🆃🆈 🅸🆂 🅹🆄🆂🆃 ⠀⠀⠀🅰🅽🅾🆃🅷🅴🆁 🅱🅾🆁🅸🅽🅶 🅶🅰🅼🅴

⠀⠀⠀ 🅸'🅻🅻 🅼🅰🅺🅴 🅼🆈 🅾🆆🅽 🅵🆄🅽

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #FTRP

[✦ 🆂🆃🅰🆁 🆀🆄🅴🅴🅽 ✦ @StarCrossedArc]

@Kurenjingu @DistortedOpps — killed while AFK.

"I'll fill everyone in when you come back. There should be a shower in your roo—HUH?! You bitch, I thought you quit! I was fucking talking! That's cheating!" She yelled in a panic, playing sloppily now that she's all worked up.

[✦ 🆂🆃🅰🆁 🆀🆄🅴🅴🅽 ✦ @StarCrossedArc]

@Kurenjingu @DistortedOpps — now, go get washed up. I was serious about the stench. The iron scent is so strong I can smell you rusting from here..." With that being said, she'd nonchalantly sink her eyes back onto the handheld. Apparently, their deathmatch already restarted, so she was just getting —

[✦ 🆂🆃🅰🆁 🆀🆄🅴🅴🅽 ✦ @StarCrossedArc]

@RunicAlchemist — matter what this bitch says, I'm giving her no fucking mercy . . . ]"

[✦ 🆂🆃🅰🆁 🆀🆄🅴🅴🅽 ✦ @StarCrossedArc]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀◄ @RunicAlchemist ►
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It's the dead of night.

The streets were empty and a low fog hung close to the Earth.

Her mission was simple enough. Like any other, her job was assassination a wealthy socialite heavily associated in this country's political ——

[✦ 🆂🆃🅰🆁 🆀🆄🅴🅴🅽 ✦ @StarCrossedArc]

@RunicAlchemist — I'll beat you worse than your drunken father used to, so stay. away. from. MY. TARGETS!"

Her fury was still seething, but now she was breathing heavier than ever.

"[ So much wasted effort. So much wasted prep. God, this wouldn't be so frustrating if . . . ugh, whatever! No —

[✦ 🆂🆃🅰🆁 🆀🆄🅴🅴🅽 ✦ @StarCrossedArc]

@Kurenjingu @DistortedOpps — Lounge so we can get together if you wanna come in. Or . . . mumble to that sword more out there. Whatever you want." There was a sound of shuffling, "Ooh. Trix, these are wasabi flavored." followed by the sound of a chip bag being tossed.

[✦ 🆂🆃🅰🆁 🆀🆄🅴🅴🅽 ✦ @StarCrossedArc]

@Kurenjingu @DistortedOpps — didn't even have to go to you. Congrats." There was only a minor hint of gratitude in that celebration.

There would be a sensation felt once Stella input data into another's head, but to send the 'key' to the guild, it was necessary.

"I'll redirect the entrance to the —