Well hello tharrrrrrrr :3 I actually had this chappie ready like a week ago but I'm so busy! So ya. . .this chappie isn't wht I expected xD But oh well enjoy!
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~Percy's POV~
"Chill, guys! We won't eat them!" Kyron yelled on his way out of the Big House, carrying glowing mushrooms.
"We're just planting them!" Stephanie called out after him—a big smiled glazed on her face. The door shut behind them.
The "council" was in session now. There were two representatives from each cabin, plus Chiron, Dionysus, Nico, Thalia, Grover, Katniss, and myself. It feels like Politics class all over again. We were basically discussing our little "quest" from earlier. Our first goal now? Find Annabeth.
"Blah, Blah, Blah! Just find Annie already and let me go back to my telenovela!" Dionysus called as he got up and went off, Chiron shaking his head in disappointment.
"Alrighty then. Might I ask who will go on this quest now?" Chiron added, finalizing our meeting.
"I'm going as a given. As is Percy, and maybe Nico. Maybe." Thalia firmly stood her ground as she spoke, Nico giving her a WTF look. I glanced at Katniss, who seemed not even paying attention to the conversation. She was looking out a window; the campers were doing their daily activities outside.
"Is she going?" I heard Thalia saying in the background, "Percy! Is she going?" I got caught off guard and gave my attention back to Thalia. She was referring to Katniss.
"You tell me. I'm bound to fade along the way. But I'll do whatever you guys need me too." Spoke Katniss. I look over at Katniss. Gods, does she have guts. Hehe that rhymes. . .
Chiron clapped his hands together. "Very well then. Percy, Thalia, Nico, and Katniss will be going on this quest. I shall call the other search parties back. Are you . . . um . . . sure you're not taking Kyron or Stephanie?"
Katniss and I glanced at each other. Somehow I kind of got what she was trying to say. "Stephanie stays. Kyron goes. Yeah?" I called back, getting a nod of approval from Katniss. Score one for telepathy. Thalia put her thinking face on.
"Why not?" We all turn to Nico. It's always really awkward when he speaks, "What? Just saying. He knows two of our prime enemies, has epic kickass powers, a sense of humor, and spunk. Something we're gonna need," he continued.
"Okay, so it's final. All five of you will go. No objections, no go before something else happens." Chiron called as he got up, everyone quickly followed, "Silena, Stephanie is under your care. Got it? Remember, she is the trigger. So protect her with your life." Silena's eyes grew like saying "Oh my gods, what the hell am I going to do?" I snicker at her response and so does Beckendorf, her boyfriend.
Thalia hit the table and got up. "So, we leaving anytime soon?" A huge smirk on her face, ready for adventure. I look around trying to look for Katniss but she's gone. Again.
Katniss . . . No. It's for Annabeth. It's all for her. Katniss will eventually be back—she always is, Annabeth might not.
~Katniss's POV~
That salty smell is around—the sea—keeping me from all forms of calmness now. Are we doing the right thing? By saving Annabeth? What about the war? What if she's bait? There are so many flaws with this plan! Where are we even going to start? Most importantly, what about my time? What about Peeta, Prim, and even Sora! It's too much, too much.
"I thought you had faded."
I spin around, my hand around Paggos Fotia. But I see it's just Percy. "No I—um . . . haven't yet. Are we leaving now?"
"Yeah. You okay?"
"I'm fine. Let's get going." I start going back. From my peripheral vision, he was catching up.
"Kat, do you remember the cavern Morpheus showed us Annabeth was in? Do you have any idea where it might be?" He asked me sincerely. But it was too late.
I was too annoyed. Why is it all about here? I just want to go home! I want to save my family and Panem because—now—I know I can. I have the power of a thousand men, a hundred oxen, and a heck of a fire in me. I know I can. I just need that chance. And I'm going back for it. That's when I feel it. The whiteness, the mist, the feeling of the destruction and reconstruction of my molecules, and getting transported somewhere I belong. Home.
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"Oh shush . . . O—Oran! She's waking up! Oran! Put that down and—" Silver white feathers for hair surrounding me with glowing purple orbs observing me. Wait . . .What?
I shoot up onto a sitting position and see Mitzuki. We're lying under a willow tree—under the starry night —and I see Oran coming—carrying firewood.
"I was so worried, Katniss!" Mitzuki says as she comes in to embrace me. That's when I notice it, her silky brown flawless hair is gone, now it's all feathery and white, her eyes are dark eerily purple. She doesn't seem to be prophesying though. I immediately separate from her hug.
"Mitzuki, why are you . . . ?" She smiles calmly as the clouds in the heavens would.
"Don't worry. I become like this every full moon. Artemis—as you probably well know—takes over me in a way. I am Apollo's Oracle and forever maiden, but I am Artemis' huntress and follower by the full moon. The only compromise I must dwell with is, being forever virgin." I hear Oran snort from the distance.
"Sureeee, and you and Sora aren't havin' kids?" He smirks as he lights the firewood with a snap of a finger. She glares at him but it's not like Sora's icy glares. Hers is more like a nice girl trying to be mean. Trying, not really succeeding.
Oran throws at me a blanket and pillow. "Gets cold here at night, sweetie. Better bundle up!"
Sweetie. I loathe that nickname.
"So, tell us everything that happened over there, Katniss. Tea?" Mitzuki offers. I nod in response.
I take a sip and begin talking. Hesitantly at first, then freer. I just excluded the fact I have to kill Oran now. Oops. As I'm talking I realize one thing about our surroundings. I'm at Camp-Halfblood. But it looks so beautifully depressing now—if that even makes sense. The force field couldn't keep two atomic bombs out completely. Cabins are still intact—from what I see. Pegasus run amuck here, a few glittering ponds her and there. It's beautiful with the willow trees around, hanging their leaves and branches—there are even some glowing mushrooms around—but depressing because demi-gods must have died here when the first bomb struck. A Depressingly Beautiful Paradise.
Mitzuki set down her tea cup. "So, Peeta must be in the main Phoenix Chambers in the capital from the way you describe it. And this 'Kyron', is a well-known figure, isn't he, Oran?" I noticed Mitzuki skipped the fact that Sora might be taken away.
Oran sighs. "He's mah great great great great great great grand pappy, plus like a thousand more greats. In other words, he's my ancestor. Not directly though. As far as we know, he had only one kid. Tell me though; is he as attractive as me? What does he even look like? How is he like anyway? Is he as powerful than me? What color are his eyes? Eye color for us Hecate kids is very important, it determines our power. Wait. Then how did—"
"Gods, Oran! Shut up! Urusai! [Shut up!]" Mitzuki looked irritated. "Let Katniss—freaking—talk!"
I admit I didn't need to think for responses to any of his questions. "He has black silky hair, purple-green eyes, and is a hell of a child. He is a total flirt and I swear he's gotten laid at least once to make him be that arrogant. His power is just so—"
"Okay, never mind I don't want to know what a greater man he was than me. Excuse me while I go cry my eyes out." Mitzuki face palmed herself.
"Oran, I swear . . ."
"Love you too, Mitzy. Love you too." Oran chuckled and put his hands behind his head as he lied down. "I've had enough for one day. Night, ladies! And remember! If you ever get cold you can always snuggle with—" Mitzuki threw a pillow at his face.
"Oran! You're so annoying! SHUT UP!" I've never—in my whole life—would of pictured calm mellow Mitzuki like this. Both of them seemed to have this sort of sibling relationship, by the way they interact. Or even want to sleep this close to each other!
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"Mockingjay . . . Wake up. Mockingjay! Wake up!" I open my eyes blankly to see an orange blur standing next to me. His icy cold eyes could only mean something.
"What do you want, Sora?" He smirked in response. "And at this time of night . . . Gods, it better be important." I'm surprised I'm using the term "gods" so freer now that I hear everyone using that phrase.
"Get up. We need to speak. Hurry! Who knows when they'll come for me." I blink a few times staring through him. "Come on!" He offers his hand, and I hesitantly take it. Hesitantly. A load of questions filtered through my mind yet again, but only one escaped my sub conscious.
"How do you know you'll be taken away?" His blue ice eyes stare right through me. I hate it. It's like he pierces my body and soul with them.
"It's been a while since I've known, baka [idiot]. Besides, Mitzuki updated us. Look, Mockingjay, I came to . . . to apologize. I'm—I'm sorry for the times I've harassed you. I still don't trust you to my full extent—I probably ever won't—" He sighs and runs his hands through his fiery hair. "My point is . . . is that if I don't come back—alive—you won't hate me that much after my funeral. I'm going in the Capitol and let myself be kidnapped—tonight. They've already sent guards protecting your family and Finnick's. We can't do anything for Annie though. We tried to communicate with District Five but . . . it seemed as if they were under attack." He looks over to me. His blue eyes are still as icy as they can be, but they are calm—and sincere. His breathing got slower as the seconds went by. All I could do was just nod back. He then glanced off into the night, the full moon radiating us—from being in darkness to a light renewed.
"Sora . . .What about Mitzuki?" I ask. He remains silent and his fists begin to ball up in response, hiding away pain and sadness. I would know.
"I need you to . . . protect her for me. With everything you've got. Oran helps, but Oran has another mission and can't be around her as much. Feel free to stay at our place. Just don't let anything—anything at all— happen to Mitzuki. Please." He sounded desperate, even a little wistful. "In exchange for all that—I'll bring Peeta home. I swear to the gods I will bring him back." I felt the circulation in my blood go slower. Dream? I think not. Joke? Unlikey. Reality? Possibly.
"If you bring Peeta back . . . Then I, too, swear to the gods that nothing will happen to Mitzuki. Just bring him back, and not only because Mitzuki's safety relies on that, but—please—just bring him back for me. As I'm guarding Mitzuki for you, not just for Peeta's safe homecoming." His gaze went to a shadowy figure on the floor—Mitzuki—who was sound asleep. He began to walk back the way he came from. I stood where I was, lost in a newfound dream of non reality. I could already see Peeta—me running into his arms—the sunrise around us. I could already feel his touch, smell, voice, and presence.
"Thank you . . . Katniss." I heard Sora say in a soft, reassuring voice—I probably won't ever hear again. Then just like that, I was alone in the darkness. I clutched myself, holding myself steady and slowly fell to my knees. I feel a tear rush down my face. I quickly wipe it off, the water stinging my hand. The same question was torturing me once again.
Why?
~Percy's POV~
Boing. I bounced off a ball of my wall. After Katniss left, we had to postpone the rescue mission. Eventually though, we couldn't wait more. It's been four freaking months since I've seen her. Christmas is just around the corner. It's been four months since Katniss and I visited Morpheus. It's been exactly four months, exactly. Everything we went through seems like a dream now. It's just so . . . unreal. Yeah, that's the word. Unreal. For once it's all unreal. Four months and two weeks ago I was experiencing my first arrow pain. When Katniss shot me by accident, that was the first time I ever saw her so vunerable and torn apart. I can't ever imagine her like that again. Now, back to Annabeth. Have we found her location? Nope. Are we close? Not in the least. Well, maybe a tiny bit closer than we were four months ago.
I hear knocking on my door. "Percy? Honey? Can I come in?" It was my mom. I honestly forgot I had a mom throughout these days. I told her to come in. There was silence for a few minutes. This cannot be good.
"Percy . . . I heard about Annabeth. I'm sorry. How come you never told me? I had to find out with Rachael." My mom sat on the bed next to me. I felt like such a child getting scolded for not telling his mommy he broke the neighbors' window or something.
"It's all just been too hard, mom. Like . . . life right now for me is just so—unreal. I don't know." I shrugged. I usually tell my mom everything about my quests—not so much the actual details but the action and story—this time, I couldn't find the words to tell her.
"How is it all 'unreal'?" She smiled, "What happened now? Great Prophecy coming early?" She asked with all seriousness.
I sighed. This is gonna be hard. I began to explain to her—slowly—about Katniss and all our adventures. I didn't want to go into detail at what happened at Stephanie's. I basically just did an update to her, like a News Flash. Nothing more. I didn't want to repeat the whole thing in my mind, not even the good parts. Why am I being so depressive? I have not a clue. I just don't want to remember her. Katniss—the girl who would give me strength to give it my all. My mom listened intently, her smile fading with each word I spoke.
"Oh, Percy. How come—how come you never told me this before? It's been so long . . ." I shrugged.
"I didn't want to remember." She began to stroke my hair, like when I was little and cried. Which I'm not right now but still, you know, when does someone not want to have their hair stroked? Then our door bell rang. My mom rose up to answer, on her way out she looked back at me and smiled. Acceptance. That's what I love about her.
I threw myself back into my bed. The one thing that hasn't been able to fit my mind is: Where is Katniss? Why haven't I faded, or vice versa? Has the wormhole closed?
"Yo, Perce." I look up to see the black clad boy, Nico.
"What's up, Nico?" I run my hand through my hair, letting my hair mold through my fingers, piece by piece.
An unusual large smile quickly appeared on his face. "We found her." I shoot up.
"No way." A smile begins to form on Nico's face.
"And we did it without any help from Katniss! By the way have you heard from her?" I shake my head, "Oh well. So, you ready to go on our quest after four long months?" He asks going for the door. I shrug in response, but deep down I'm like "Hell yeah!".
I'm just worried about Katniss. I honestly haven't given her much thought 'till now. Okay, no. I lie. I have—a lot—just not every day, it was more like once a week. But then again I would spend like an hour thinking about it. I just need to see that she's fine, even if it's just for a second—I need to.
All of the sudden I'm surrounded by the whiteness I'd never thought I'd miss. I'm fading, but real slow like for some reason.
"Hey, Nico!" Nico comes back, munching on some Doritos.
"Wha—?" His eyes widen and he drops the bag of Doritos, "No, no, no! You can't leave now!" He reaches out for my shoulder and tries to pull me back but the wormhole is too strong, "Oh ,gods, No! Not now. Damn it, Percy! We find Annabeth and after four long months and the stupid wormhole decided to suck you in!"
It was starting to get all blurry. "Nico! Drag me to the camp so when I come back, we'll be ready!" I yell from what it seems, miles away. He nods and that's all I see from there.
This is the decisiveness I can't explain, to the irrelevance of even trying to.
~Katniss's POV~
3.00Miles. 19:99:05Minutes. That's been my record for all time in running. I'm greeted by Mitzuki's spectacular Lemonade-Green Tea. Taste? Delicious.
"Wow, new record. Feel free to have the rest of the day off, Katniss. Make sure to come home for kitchen duty tonight, though. Tonight's your night." Mitzuki said as she wrote on her clipboard.
I got my bag and bottle and went back to the core so I could shower. Yes, the "core". That's what Oran and Mitzuki call their apartment. Well, it's more like Sora's apartment, but that's another story. The water felt so good against my sweaty skin. I don't know if it's just me or something but the water here at the core is way cleaner and purer than the one back at my apartment.
I entered my "room" and threw some clothes on myself. Yes, I also have a room of my own here. After all, I've been staying here for a good four months. Not much has changed. I go back to my apartment over the weekend, but I stay here during weekdays to work out, plus study Greek Mythology with Mitzuki and battle train with Oran. They say I need real—Greek—battle skills. I then entered the core's mechanic shop, where I have my own custom-made motorized skateboard. Somehow I learned how to use one since it's my way of transportation around Manhattan, and a scooter ain't gonna cut it.
The way back home comes naturally to me now. I just skate and go. I want to be home to eat dinner today with my mother and Prim, even though it's Monday. Now for the update: Sora let himself be kidnapped the night after he saw me at Camp-Halfblood. My family is completely safe. I also haven't seen Percy in four months. Why? I have no clue, and I don't want to think about it, he's not important; all he cares about is saving his "Annabeth".
Now for the bad news: Sora is still gone and Peeta still hasn't returned. When Sora got "kidnapped", the Capitol sent us the video they promised basically showing Peeta getting experimented on, Sora getting beat as he got kidnapped, and emphazing something happening on the Winter solstice. Annie also got kidnapped, much to Finnick's dismay. He doesn't talk much anymore; all he does is work-out in the training room day and night. The movement for the rebellion has been very slow lately. We've captured District Eight and Nine though. So they are officially the rebels. Operation Libra was paused until Sora's return and we've at least captured more than seven districts, then we can charge toward the Capitol with all we got. There are rumors though, that Mitzuki might get promoted to Sora's position since he might not ever return.
Now back to my mission here. Like I said before, I'm training up to my limit so I can be more fitter for combat, and I have to admit I'm making excellent progress. Except with a sword, for some odd reason I just can't wield a sword correctly, or swim well enough to fulfill my time limit. I also found out that Mitzuki, Oran, and Sora have known each other since like birth. I even found a picture of them as kids once in the kitchen. Mitzuki doesn't like to talk about Sora now. Turns out she had no clue about his kidnapping plan. And about killing Oran . . . I gave up on that idea after two month of living with them. He's not evil; I don't know why Morpheus wants me to kill him. Other than that, I haven't found out much about their past. I did come across some papers in a different language that had the letters U.K.E written neatly in gold on top, other than that—nothing.
I'm currently trying to skate through the cracked sidewalk of my "haven". The section that's burned looks a bit better now, not much. None of the trees have leaves since it's dead cold. They say it's gonna snow tomorrow but I doubt that. There's been so many snow warnings that now people just blow it off.
Crack.
I hear a branch crack behind me. I look back and see nothing. Craaack. I start to look around, feeling that I'm not alone. Grrowling is heard. Like, animal growling. I speed up the board, hearing a multitude of cracks behind me. I hit the turbo button once the growling seemed like right in my ear. That's when I feel something pounce on me, just randomly. I fall to the side, cutting myself against the cracked sidewalk, the board though kept going, eventually crashing into some tree.
The next series of events happened so fast I barely had time to breathe.
After getting knocked down, I jumped to my feet. I sprang Paggos Fotia out of its comfort— haven't used her in months, not once—and chose the fire charm. I aimed ready in a stance that would allow me to spring to any direction I'll need or flee. That's when this lion came and charged at me from behind, it made no noise as it crept up on me though. I fell forward on my knees. My first guess to what that was? The Nemean Lion. Finally my lessons with Mitzuki pay off.
I rolled to the side before it pounced onto me again—wrong choice. It pounced where I rolled to. I yelled in pain as its claws dug into my side. Blood seethed through the now ripped parts of my clothes. Its claws were like knives, so silver and deadly. As I was getting up, I looked around for Paggos Fotia, seeing it a few feet away. The Lion went back to charge at me again.
I ran and leaped into the nearest tree, the Lion inches away my skin, making all my skin hair go up. The Lion circled the tree. Looking around for resources, the closest thing I saw was—well, Paggos Fotia. Sadly, I haven't mastered calling her back to me. I shut my eyes and with all the will power I had, tried to draw her back and I swear I felt a spark, but opening my eyes I saw I failed and the Lion managed to pounce over the tree knocking me down back to the ground. I feel a few bones snap and so I couldn't get up. On the brightside, Paggos Fotia was right next to me now. I got her and switched to the crystal charm. While doing that the Lion got up and charged at me, I shot the arrow as it was pouncing a few feet away. He turned into crystal right in front of me, mouth wide open revealing its razor sharp teeth.
I was panting hard. Sweat dripped from my forehead with a combination of blood. I tried getting up but couldn't. How could I? I fell back from a 18ft tree. I finally yelled in pain to let it all out. I was losing too much blood from my side. I was in so much pain. How come Oran never made me battle a real live monster? That would have been so helpful.
The crystal then started to vibrate slowly and shatter. The Lion then continued as if nothing happened and continued with its pounce, but a sword was shot from afar, landing into its mouth. The Lion went down in the middle of its feline-like pounce, sliding along the dirt and eventually landing on top of my leg, preventing me from moving, not that I could anyway.
"Need a hand, Kat?" A familiar voice called—that rang through my ears like light illuminating a dark tunnel. The voice that I had been secretly yearning to hear all this time. The voice that brings me out of my troubles and helps me up when I'm down.
Percy Jackson.
~Percy's POV~
I got up from the bed. Of course, it's Katniss' bed. Strangely the bed feels . . . cold. Anyway I got off the bed and—silently—got out of the apartment. Once outside the first thing I did was breathe in the fresh and non-polluted Manhattan air.
"Percy?" I turn in surprise to find the familiar green-eyed, sandy haired guy looking at me. Oran.
"Hey, Oran. Long time no see . . . ?" He smirked.
"I'm on your side, genius. Anyhow, you've seen Katniss? Mitzuki messaged me now telling me to come get her. According to Mitzuki, Katniss should be here . . . but I can't find her. I was actually planning on going inside her apartment just now. I figure she ain't in there?" I shake my head.
"Come on, I think I may know." He looked at me in confusion but I had already begun walking so he tagged along, "Have you checked Central Park?"
"No, I didn't see any need. She knows that the shortest way to get there is through the subway tunnels." Yup, she's at Central Park.
During the ten minute trip over there I couldn't stand the silence so hey, why not interrogate him? Since one day either me or Katniss will have to take his life—maybe.
"Hey, Oran. You've known Sora and Mitzuki for a while, right?" He looks ahead and catches up to my level.
"Yes . . . All my life. Why?" His green eyes attacking with pressure, and we all know how well I deal with social pressure.
"Well, I thought . . . that maybe Mitzuki and Sora were of Japanese ancestry—or even purebred Japanese from the way they speak and look. . ." He stopped in his tracks and stared right ahead.
"I don't think that's for me to answer. Like at all. Don't ask me about other people. Be a man and ask them yourself. But in this case, yes they are connected to Japanese ancestry." Awkward much? I shrugged and we continued walking.
"So how have you been?" I asked, couldn't stand the awkwardness.
"No worse than usual. And before you ask about Katniss, she's fine. She's actually been living with me and Mitzuki. We're training her in the Greek way. Plus teaching her about it. So she'll probably know more now than when you last saw her months ago." I noticed he didn't mention Sora living with them. And Katniss . . . learning Greek Mythology? Oh boy, this has got to be good.
"Where's Sora? Does he live with you guys?" After seeing his expression to that, I regretted asking.
"I would tell you to go ask him but he's probably dead, seeing how nobody knew when the hell he went off to the Capitol to get kidnapped. Not even Mitzuki knew. No %*^#& person knew! Excuse my language, but I needed to get that off my chest. Do me a favor, hero. Stop interrogating me, we're almost there anyway." His eyes were blazing poison green.
After walking some more minutes—with silence through the whole way—we heard a growl. It's familiar, somehow.
"Get in a bush. Now!" Oran yells/whispers to me. If that makes any sense at all. I listened though and jumped into the nearest one. Then, a familiar Lion was seen sniffing its way through. It's golden fur radiating the dead forest, silver claws making it witty and stealthy. The Nemean Lion seemed to be looking for something—or someone. I looked over to the next bush over to see Oran's expression, which was shocking. He looked ghost pale, not believing what he just saw. He pounced into my bush.
"Percy, follow the Lion. Do what I say and follow the hell out of it and see what it's looking for. Once you do, meet me back at the core. This is bad news. That Lion shouldn't be here, or even exist." He whispered and immediately teleported away. So that left me no option but to follow the cat. Oh, joy.
So I was chasing it for a while. After a few minutes, for some strange, random reason, the Lion decided "Ima run!" so it did, and I . . . sorta lost it. I took a variety of twists and turns and then I heard a scream. But not a like rape scream or scary movie scream. More like "I'm dying!" scream. So maybeit can be considered a rape scream, maybe. So I'll be on the lookout for a rape victim just in case. As I speed walk, I felt the weirdest electric spark overcome me and give me goose bumps, which like makes me speed up like crazy. Another scream, and its closer. Just a little farther.
I see the Lion, somehow crystallized in mid-air. Honestly I don't think that's gonna hold. . . I uncapped Riptide and as soon as I did, I realized the "rape victim" I was looking for. But I highly doubt the Nemean Lion was trying to rape her. I can't even believe I'm looking at her. So beautiful and radiate, with blood all over . . . ? What happened to you, Katniss? Why is it that you're somehow injured when I see you? The crystal started to vibrate. No. It's gonna kill her for sure. But I can't get close enough for a good shot, so I'm going to have to spear throw it. It's my only chance. I tossed it into its mouth as the crystal shattered, making a perfect shot. For once. The Lion got slammed down and landed on the ground. Then poof, gone.
I ran over to her and said, "Need a hand, Kat?" Her eyes looked dead. She groaned.
"Percy . . ." She smiled but it quickly faded, "Take me back to the core. Mitzuki's place." And with that she laid there, unconscious. I carried her and went off to the "core". I picked up the fur the Lion left behind. I think I may know where the "core" is.
Maybe.
So do you people like the characters? ;D or are they to OOC? :O Let me know pliz! I'll update soon! I just need to get rid of my writers' block Dx If you have fun ideas, feel free to tell me!
DEDICATED TO: MaxWaylandGray :D mah trusty beta! And to all my reviwers! Also to DistantStorms, DeathPrincess2343, and .Lock. And about ur question, .Lock. . .well. . .maybe ;D I love the idea myself as well buuut we'll see. I'm glad sumone thinks the same as me.
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