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[color=cornflowerblue][h3]Erika Mitsuki[/h3][/color][/center]

The tight grip of Michaels hand on her own made her heart flutter when he quickly ran, the two of their hands clasped, to the ports in the school. The sensation of knowing that she was beside him now, despite the odds of the situation, was something extraordinary. Making it there with the weight in her stomach that he was in danger, it was on impulse that before going into their ports, Erika tugged on his hand and pressed a chaste, but meaningful, kiss against his lips. Then she pushed him away, breathless, blushing, and hurrying to hook up to the ports. Erika felt, deeply, that she wished she had the right words to say. In the end, she said all she could at that moment in time.

[color=cornflowerblue]"Be safe."[/color]


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[color=khaki][h3]Welcome, Azga the Amazing[/h3][/color][/center]

A deep, honey laden voiced exhale stemmed from his lips and his eyes fluttered open. His arms slowly uncurled themselves, opening up wide with a flourish--and a stretch. The Red King's domain, so this is what it looked like. Azga had spawned on the top one of the broken columns inside of it, near the entrance above the thick of the battle. His arms crossed, his unglassed-eyes narrowing. Where was the Red King? 

Looking up, he caught the final moments of the Green King having his ass somewhat handed to him, and he reciprocating it right back. Honestly, it was Azga's own fault he didn't keep up with the in-game politics and honestly had only a sliver of an idea of what was going on and who belonged to what guild. As his personal blue and white jewelry rung out in the wind, he decided it would be best to make himself useful. No doubt Azga's boyfriend would be logging in at any moment. 

His staff spun in a small circle, a white glowing orb, small, forming within it. A force-field spell. Azga tilted his hand into it, murmuring.

[color=khaki]"Crimson Streak."[/color]

Like that, the orb shot shimmered away, undoubtedly reappearing before Crimson Streak whenever he came into the game to grant him a one-time use force field for magical attacks. It was the best Azga could do for now, until being able to meet up with him in-avatar, he'd be able to protect him then.