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Level 5: 43/50
Word Count: 419
Location:  Sandswept Sky
Points Gained: 1+30
NEW EXP balance--- Level 6: 23/60[/center]

	Jesse slammed the massive fire flash into the creature, her attack just one of many among the Seekers. In order to escape the searing heat and fall damage, she zipped to the side at the last moment using Evade, canceling out any damage she might have taken. 

	It was increasingly clear that despite everything, the day was won. Sitting on the ground, Jesse watched as the calculations were made in regards to absorbing the boss’s spirit. Gee, thanks for the help, Ramlethal. Whatever, guess she wasn’t getting paid to actually do the giant monster fighting.  Fortunately, Joker had a trump card, as it were. That seemed to be the best possible scenario.

	Jesse put a hand to her head and realized she was burning up. “Shit. I need a drink. A cold one.” She stood up and took off her winter jacket and a couple of her other layers until she was just in a tank top, her jacket tied around her waist. Her frugal nature demanded she shrink her winter jacket and tuck it away with the rest of her supplies in her pouch. With her jacket taken off one could see the holster for the Tool Gun, the odd pistol Jesse has taken a liking to almost as much as her Service Weapon. Almost. Well, not almost. But it was still a cool weapon. 

	“Thanks, Poppi.” Jesse said, stretching her arms. “Shit. That was somethin’ else, alright.” She shook her head, that short little sentence the summation of her experience. 

 “We’ll just have to win it for ‘em.” She said, thinking about those that she had seen dead, or seen die, along the way. She sighed. “Fuck.” 

	With that, Jesse got to walking. Polaris shimmered, indicating her path forward.

	[i]Midna gave Raiden the low down. Good to have him on board. Gotta admit, I’m not really in the mood for talking right now. Maybe later I could get to know them some more. Like that time at the restaurant. What do you think?

	Good idea, right?

	I had fun then. I should take some more time off before we move on. Rest is a weapon, that’s what they say.

	…Shoulda brought sun screen. You can keep the sun off me, right? After all this crazy stuff, I’d hate to die of cancer instead of being torn apart by a giant monster or a gap in reality as God intended.[/i]

	A non-committal shimmer of light in her mind’s eye.

	[i]Well. That’s reassuring.[/i] Jesse thought wryly. Good old Polaris. Jesse’s guiding light.