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[sub]The Golden Quarter, Priestella[/sub][/center]

This kept happening. This kept fucking happening. These fuckers kept on fucking up because holy fucking shit, maybe it wasn't a good idea for a bunch of children from the safe-zone riddled modern era to pick a fucking fight with whatever monster that exists in a fantasy land, regardless of whatever delusions they had? Maybe they're nursing some trauma or some brain damage or some ego the size of a fucking truck, but Yuuki? He was getting tired of repeating the same shit over again, trying in different ways to convince Mono and Crunch to send a patrol over to the area before it was too late.

Fucking hell, who had the patience for this save-scumming fuckerinoing?

As he found himself standing before the same scene a third time, having gained nothing at all, the young boy took a deep breath, nursed a headache, and let out a long, controlled sigh. Alright, there was no need to hold back anymore. Who was the ringleader there? Aerith. Tall woman with more tits than brain matter. Or maybe Nobuhiro, who had obviously been punched too many times in the head? How about Alistair, the dickweed with hair the color of cat litter? Fuck it, it was all their faults. Before they could form their group huddle again, Yuuki beelined towards them, his eyes bright and his smile wide.

[b]"Well, whatever you guys are doing, it's definitely not working. For a change of pace, how about coming over to the guards and just seeing if that works for you guys, eh? I know it's tough to trust a bunch of armed xenophobes, but c'mon guys, we can't just stand 'round here forever!"[/b]