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Aelia Stark

She had taken one of her many tails and wrung it between her hands nervously, her eyes focused on the two males in front of her. Erick seemed to be much more aware of what had happened, but the other one appeared to think he was still in a dream. Aelia sure wished that she was in one, still; she felt like she was one of those "furries" that she had heard so much about over the internet. They were pretty weird people, and she didn't want to be compared to them. 

The young woman flinched as Alexander drowsily touched her ear, saying that he was probably dreaming. A blush crossed her cheeks. Well, she did know that Ahri was the object of many male League players' dreams, but... "Stop being weird," Aelia whined childishly, swatting his hand away before turning towards Erick.

"It kinda hurts," she finally answered, shuffling her feet slightly. Aelia really did feel uncomfortable-- then again, who wouldn't if they all of a sudden had nine tails and fox ears? "My back aches and my head hurts. But in a way, it feels like I'm much more powerful than I was before."

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Garrett Fisher

It was the same day as any other; he came into work, he sat down, and decided to have a cup of coffee to get rid of the violent hangover that he had the night before. Sinking deep into one of the chairs located within Darkwell City Diner's break room, Garrett half-heartedly sipped at the cup of coffee in his hand. The man's eyes were half-lidded as he struggled to cope with his pounding head and immense weariness as he reached over to pick up a nearby newspaper. One of the headlines read: "Young man, 20, Still Missing After.."

Garrett sighed, placing down the newspaper as he rubbed the ridge of his nose. Why did he even come to work today? He wasn't even sure if he could read the orders correctly... not to mention, it would have been better if he stayed home to avoid getting in trouble with his boss. The older man had already given him several warnings, stating that if he kept coming to work late or disoriented, that there would be repercussions. 

One of his coworkers entered the room, and his amber-colored eyes flicked up to see the pale-haired woman complain about playing too much League of Legends the night prior. Garrett scoffed at her words and lifted up the newspaper again, attempting to shield his face from her prying eyes. Honestly, he'd had enough of League, at least for the day. After waking up staring at his own shadow and getting the living shit scared out of him, he didn't even want to think of the stupid game. 

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