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—Peekaboo, I'm here!
Tee-hee… I'm sorry. Where are my manners, right?
It's nice to meet you all. My name is Dawnavan Hilal Crowley, an original character created for this series.
I know, I know—another "OC," but all creations have their purpose. I am based on a very serious concept, which I won't get into at the moment because… Well, you'll learn more about me as the story progresses.
However, I will say that this is a genre of fiction that needs to be balanced out, so characters like me are necessary. Besides, if we keep things too bland and ordinary, where would the fun be in that? So… Yeah, you've an androgyne in your midst.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not vain nor am I into myself.
Also, omit what Stuart said about me a couple of pages back… I'm not the tidiest person when it comes to personal care, I'm actually a bit messy. He thinks I'm clean, but there's always room for improvement.
Furthermore, my background has roots to Dakar, the political and economical capital of Senegal in West Africa. I was born in Wellington, New Zealand, but my family moved to Leyland, Lancashire when I was 13. Ironically, I…
Let's just say I've known Stuart for a l-o-n-g time.
When I first met him, he was really distant and didn't talk much… It was your casual "hello and goodbye" sort of thing. We went through our separate trials, and—okay, why am I even talking about that?
How embarrassing!
Oh god, I can't stop blushing… He was tall, cute and so gentlemanly… I wanted to pinch his nose and wiggle his adorable ears! Stuart is just so drop-dead cute!
—Oh… my…
That's not a side of myself I like showing.
As you can probably already tell, I've my feminine qualities, but what man doesn't? If you pride your shell, you've insecurities like a woman. That includes frequenting the gym and sculpting oneself into a "chick magnet"... Honestly, I don't know why men call women "chicks," it makes them sound like cannibals.
"…Yes, I'd like to order a large box of chicks to go! KFC, Kernel Fucks Chicken, finger-licking good and PERKUMS POP IT!
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—and a large CAMELTOE on the side, please!"
That popped into my head. Tee-hee…
Yeah, I'm weird like that, but can you blame me for the seizing the moment?
Anyway, we hope you're enjoying the L.I.A.B. arc. I'm not one for big titles, so I go with abbreviations to be more concise.
Oooh! It's so exciting!
I mean, seriously, did you catch that cool stunt I pulled off? Talk about the "miracles of love"—and not just for Stuart. My mind was focused on what was in front of me, but, as I tried my very best to reach Mr. Dhesi, images of loved ones raced through my head. It wasn't to benefit the self at all… I chose *their* lives over mine… When I love someone, I love them hard.
—Real hard.
Whoops! Sorry about that. Serious moment… This is supposed to be a cool down session, and here I am keeping things "toasty".
Enough formalities then. Ahem—!
Mr. Dhesi is presently under Infinity's care. Stuart is recovering from pushing his body to the limit, and, ironically, so am I… Only I'm awake to talk about it.
I can only wonder what troubles will come our way this time.
Either way, everyone, please, cheer us on. The conquest for unity continues.
See you later, my dears. Happy partings!
Opening Theme: Heaven in the Hell
Artist: Mizuki Nana
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*ring, ring… ring, ring… ring, ring…*
This early in the morning?
…Heh… I knew I should've deactivated this thing.
I've no interest in war or public affairs. Still, can't ignore the Old Man.
He'd have me lynched.
*ring, ring… ring, ring…*
*click*
I'm picking up this phone as if I actually give a rat's ass. Alright, composure time…
Ahem—!
"—Hello?"
"…Well, it's nice to hear your voice, rebellious one."
Whoa, whoa, whoa! This isn't the Old Man.
This is… "—White Album?"
"Ah, kukukuku… Pleased to hear you remember me. Now then…
Tell me. How're things looking on your end?"
What *should* I tell him? The honest truth?
Tch—!
Naw, sorry… I don't hang with old fossils.
White Album, Father Kerrigan, whatever he wants to be called… I don't like the relic or none of my superiors. They're all square, not my type of crowd.
"…In a dark room, giving my eyes a rest… What of it, old man?"
"We've a mission for you—"
"—that I'm not interested in. Sorry." I could care less about "missions," especially with the life I'm living… White Album thinks he can baby me just because I'm "the youngest cleric". Contacting me as if I want to talk to him, and for a mission.
Man… What a pain in the ass.
They're all the same… All they think about is their stomachs. Nonsense!
Nothing but nonsense!
"—You might want to rethink your choice, rebellious one."
Rethink my choice? Listen to this bastard… Resorting to scare tactics, but I don't feel any *soul* in his words. This fossil's such a drag, man, I swear it.
"…Why should I? So you can chow down?"
"No, this is your chance…"
"My chance? At what, old timer?"
"…*he* has awakened… the half breed…
The scion of love… The Count wants him dead or alive."
The half breed… He's talking about… "You mean Big Ben?"
Yeah, I know about him. Every participant in this war does.
Big Ben, the man with the plan.
Love the guy, but I don't particularly care for his style. Not to mention he doesn't know how to handle his goods… Hasn't even given Dawny some good lovin' yet.
Oh, well, guess it wouldn't hurt to ask. "So… What, you want me to kill him?"
"—Bring his corpse to me. I'm nearby.
If I don't hear from you within 24 hours, I'll give you a ring.
Best to keep these things confidential. 'The lesser people know' and whatnot."
Less than 24—why… This silly old dick is ticking me off!
"Just listening to you makes me *sick,* old timer. Seriously…
…Big Ben hasn't even *done* anything, alright… Old piss ants!
Why not just leave him alone? It's all cool, and besides he wants to—!"
What the—?! The *hell* is this coming out of—the receiver… I toss the device on my bed, shocked by what I see!
Is that… Is that a *ghost*?!
*hiss…*
*moan… scream…! moan, scream…! moan…*
I think I just pissed this old fossil off. For fuck's sake, this guy's just like those squares back in the old days… Can't take my persona, all bad vibes, no soul. Such a drag, bro.
"—Bring him to us, alive or dead." Wha—?! The ghost…
It just spoke to me… With the old fossil's voice? Man, talk about one freaky existence.
With the message delivered, the ghost immerses into the receiver… The device cracks and defects, much like all machinery incompatible with an existence. Only special technology can synchronize with existential force, and a common landline isn't going to cut it. Might as well stick aluminum foil in the microwave if you're *that* reckless.
Man… This is going to suck…
Big Ben… Looks like I have to do scary things to you. Oh, yeah, it's gonna get crazy!
One look into my eyes, and… You'll fall… Dead!