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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

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BNH Academia: Quirk-y Fates { Alternate & Angel }

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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

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BNH Academia: Quirk-y Fates { Alternate & Angel }

Nensu looked down at her lap, listening to Midoriya, before having to take a deep breath.
"It's not Loma herself that I'm afraid of. I'm afraid of the one of whom she hates", she corrected him, having to look up him, and out the window rather worriedly.

"That's just it. How I am able to control myself for this long is rather unusual. Back when the villain attacked us at the fair, I felt her rising, but then, I was able to counter it somehow. It seems rather unlike me to stop her during moments like that", she voiced her thoughts aloud, as if she was willing to hear his opinion.

Original Story: One Love, Two Bullets { Angel & Fabricant }

Annie was used to the scenarios of fans coming to meet "the shooting legend", from all over America. Considering that she was used to communicating since she was eight years old, while working at the infirmary, she was quite an introvert, explaining why she preferred to wear pants most of the time, and not one those dresses that the girls would wear, as well as her decision to hunt wild game outdoors by herself, which brought out the somewhat tomboy in her. The point is, even though she is quiet and reserved by nature, she was still great in the company of others.

So, to take notice of another set of footsteps coming in her direction, Annie knew that, due to her status, socialization with the public would never be too far away. Her drink already came just as soon as she heard her voice. The remark made the blonde chuckle, before having to turn her head to look at her, having to take in the physical image, and commit it to photographic memory: A slightly shorter figure, a Victorian dress with light colors, long dark-brown hair, creamy Caucasian skin, and a bit of green-hazel in her eyes. Annie's expression was as friendly as ever, having to look back at this young woman, the same way she was looking at her; a rather clever glint in the blonde-brown haired woman's green eyes.

"I wouldn’t be mistakened for it", she returned the gesture with a smile on her lips. The blonde’s voice was modest, almost down-to-earth, having to make a wink towards her. "You don’t look like you’re from around here. Tell me, what would you like to know? What’s your name?", Annie casually asked, before taking a swig of her drink. If this was a fan, she’ll take this casually.

Original Story: The Blue Iris { Angel & Fabricant }

AVA looked back down at the gun in her hand, as she listened to her creator explain on the reason she shouldn't hold onto such an object. As much as she found it logical, as much as she had wanted to agree, the android wasn't quite sure if the decision to get rid of it would help their case. As far as she knew, they were bound to be hunted and tracked down, so they had to at least protect themselves with a weapon. But then, AVA looked back at all of the times that she found herself to be capable -- by just using her physical attributes alone. She thought this over the whole time of looking at the gun in her hand....perhaps Sophie was right.

The only time she had ever broke eye contact with the item, was the moment of giving Sophie that much-needed coverage. "My pleasure", the android replied back to her in her usual neutral but eloquent voice, before looking to the ground, once more, until she heard her human guardian reassure, seemingly promising, AVA that they will find a safe passage that would get them out of this, alive. "I know that I am innocent, and yet I know that the answers we seek are hidden from certain eyes. The question is, where do we begin to find those things?", the question replayed itself within her own mind, and by going through her own memory, there wasn't really a lead; not to her, at least.

What broke her out of her concentration, was the fact that Sophie gestured to the armed gun, once more. AVA looked back up, to see the other woman's face, and then, her hand. Her blue eyes looked down once more to her own hand, she reluctantly lifted it, and carefully handed it over to her. The physical sensation of having to brush her synthetic skin with organic was quite confusing sometimes, and AVA wondered what it would like to possess such biology. The humans confused her sometimes, but that was why Sophie was there. She was her first contact with such a species; in a way, to blend in with them, her creator and "lab assistant" became the teachers, her friends, her guardians...and her family. So far, with them being around, AVA remained stable and informed.

For probably the umpteenth time, the android once again scanned Sophie's face, having to map every corner, and commit the image to memory. It was really a strange feeling whenever she was near the human woman. Even AVA herself found this rather confusing.

BNH Academia: Quirk-y Fates { Alternate & Angel }

Nensu’s thoughts were consuming her so much, she didn’t even realize that Midoriya appeared in front of her. His gesture caused her to almost drop the spoon that was in her hand. “Oh, um, Deku”, she gave a nervous chuckle, as if to reassure him that nothing was out of the ordinary, even though it was clear as day, since she sitting alone, and away from the green-haired, which was almost unlike her.

The girl eventually gave a sigh, and looked down at her lap.
“I’m sure you know what’s coming up next?”

BNH Academia: Quirk-y Fates { Alternate & Angel }

We should skip the first battles, and end up for the second battles where Midoriya fights Nensu.

Original Story: One Love, Two Bullets { Angel & Fabricant }

A day in the town, and things continued to pay off. A few hours of performing shooting tricks for the population only continued to expand her popularity, and provide for her family. Not only for herself, not only for her family, but for the citizens everywhere; for charity. She liked to give them the entertainment they needed and wanted, and it only created a sort of legacy that made her become a celebrity across, not only America, but also Europe. The queen was so impressed by her abilities, she requested Annie to perform for the president of France, and from there, the king of Germany. From that moment onward, her name was everywhere; mentioned in every direction.

Due to her humble roots as a child, Annie became too generous and caring. Not like "innocently caring", but smartly generous. Even though she was only twenty-four years old, she was careful, as well as one of those women with a conscience. Of course, she was part of a dead-on Christian family, who believed that one's virginity represented your own purity. It must be carefully given to the right person; otherwise, you wouldn't be seen as "blessed". From there, Annie took the message, and made it clear that she was to be quite hard to keep.

Riding into the town on a brown stallion, the first thing that she noticed were men tipping their hats respectfully, women smiling while walking with their children, and said-children shyly waving to her. Of course, the young woman acknowledged them with a grin and a nod; her hat following the movement, as the wind gently blew her wavy, mid-back-lengthened, blonde-brown hair; the sunlight reflecting off the metal of her revolvers, sheathed on her hips. She figured that stopping at a saloon would help relieve her from a busy day, so parking the black-haired, brown stallion in front of the building next to a few other horses. They were fine creatures, considering that her family lived in a rural farmhouse that housed more horses than she could count, therefore Annie remained fond of them.

Her thoughts were driven elsewhere when a little girl with braids and a cute dress ran up to her with a piece of paper and a pencil, asking for her autograph. Being famous had its quirks, with all the citizens having to almost treat her like royalty, though she herself was quite flattered with the attention, having to dismiss them respectfully and politely. But she was happy that as long as they were happy and pleased with her honesty, Annie was on the right foot with them. Signing the piece of paper the little girl gave her, the woman made elegant scrapes to write her name.

The girl with the braids thanked her, before running off, squealing with excitement. Watching her made Annie smile at an elderly woman the child was running back towards, who mouthed a 'thank you' to the famous cowgirl before walking away. Tipping her hat, Annie proceeded into the saloon where she made her way to the bar. The bartender seemed to recognize her almost immediately.

"Miss Oakley! Glad for you to drop in!", he was quite cheery, along with a bit of excitement in his voice. "Having the usual?"

"Yes, please", she replied, humble as usual. "Is the job cutting out for you this time?", she asked with a genuine smile.

"Oh, yeah. Giving me a good pay-raise tommorrow; a perfect day before I go to spend more time out in the country with my wife and son", he replied back, almost nervous to be in the presence of one of the most popular of individuals in the West. Of course, if you were with such a presence, who wouldn't be? Annie removed her hat, and set it on the counter next to her.