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It’s my birthday today! I’m officially an older adult. It feels like Jude Law becoming Michael Gambdon overnight, and still being just as magical.
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You can’t control the ebb & flow of the status bar. Just let it be.
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Harisutosu Fukkatsu! ✨🥂
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C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...

A small twitch on her nose caused Suzi to awaken as if dust had provoked a potential sneeze. Her small body lay in a bed of ground flooring, and for a moment, her mind immediately grasped to the thought, she had fallen asleep outside in the countryside, again... except, this thought did not seem correct. She no longer lived in the country. Her family had moved some time ago.

Suzi took several calming breaths. Her eyes scanned the world around her, first with the sky, then the ground, touched by her hands. She slowly rolled her body over, pushing it upwards, and in the process, she noticed a light yellowish colored device wrapped around her left wrist. It was right next to her small white Russian prayer beads, "Huh?" Her small voice opened for the first time as her eyes soaked in the nature of what she was discovering.

Her face slowly turned towards the other bodies, gently strewn around the same area. Her brows knitted together for a brief moment while she continued studying everything, and a small shiver went through her wrists as she pushed her body upwards and onto her feet, "Where are we?" She whispered aloud, silently hoping that someone else would hear her... like the girl the long dark haired girl, who was already awake and sitting upwards. Suzi was going to say something more to her when she noticed a small hologram over her vision. She swallowed, and took a step backward, almost stumbling over the air.

Welcome? Her crooked front teeth bit down on her fatted bottom lip, as the words changed in front of her eyes. The transition was smooth and not obtrusive to her vision, which seemed comforting and concerning all the same. Her hand waved in front of her face, as to feel for anything that could have been put on her head — nothing. It was as if someone had put a chip in her brain, Ah! Quickly and almost erratically, Suzi began feeling her head for any bald spots, but upon finding none, her hands loosened and began falling to her waist, again, except her eyes caught glimpse of her left wrist, wearing the device. She paused her juvenile motions and stared at the device, allowing herself to get lost in admiring and contemplating it.

A small white egg projected on the hologram screen. Babel... Program... Initia... lized... her mouth moved inaudibly to the three new words displaying themselves, and then the younger girl repeated them with a naively excited voice. Fear was still at the base of her thoughts; yet her childish endeavors kept her curious.

"Where are we?" Her small voice repeated, again, hoping someone would have an explanation. Anyone, if not the dark haired girl, maybe another one of the persons. Many of them appeared older than her, at least height wise. They also looked to be from different countries. Her attention shifted upwards, and she noticed a tower and five small boxes. This didn't feel like earth. Were they on some alien planet? Or maybe, she thought as she concentrated on the hologram of the egg, we're in some sort of video game.

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My Vote: Campfire Stories Made Real
C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...

With a two small claps, the lights quickly went out. Darkness collapsed into the bedroom, and Suzuki closed her eyes. She took several deep breaths as she allowed her body to relax into the bedding. The room was mostly quiet. The ceiling fan tinkered its blades around, and small coos came from her parents' bedroom. Part of Suzie wished she still shared a bedroom with her parents, but there was something ominous about her ability to sleep by herself in her own private bedroom. It gave her not just a feeling of maturity that she secretly yearned for, but it also gave her time to explore the Digital World without any parental worry.

Recently, Suzie was even more excited about her Digital adventures. For Saint Nicholas Day and An early New Year’s gift, her parents had surprised her with the new Omniphone, and as much as her little heart was excited about celebrating her first Nativity at the big Cathedral, Nicolai-do, she felt that everything she wanted for Nativity was safely tucked away in the confines of her Digivice. And, tomorrow would be a new day and new year for adventures.

Suzie’s hands clasped together by one last time, but this time, it was quiet and as meditativly Buddhist as possible — like most of her classmates did at school — and she said the Trisagion and Lord’s Prayer in a hushed whisper. After unclasping her hands, she drifted into another sound night’s sleep.

@chrysocoma

No, it's just that I'm wondering if you're going to switch out Holydramon for Ulforce at some point or if you plan to have it go from Holydramon into Ulforce. While that's possible, I just need to know which is your plan for it.

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I did the account thing again ;-;


I plan to have Holydramon digivolve into Ulforce V-dramon. I will not be swapping/switching.

@DarkwolfX37, too OP?
Please, review;

Hi-hi, I want to play in this game. CS incoming!
P E T E R L A P I N + E S T H E R P U N I C E U S
T a y l o r ' s S t e a k h o u s e

They were seated at the table, again in the backroom of the same restaurant. There was something more appreciative about a more secretive spot for meeting, but a steakhouse had become a strange delight. It had become a lucrative and repetitive spot for meetings, and the proposition for turning one of the evening wait staff into a ghoul seemed more appealing with every passing night. However, no one bothered to sign on the dotted line. There were more important details of discussion.

Others watched the pain of the Ventrue puppeteering a Malkavian into an expensive venue and have him propped like a good, young man. Did the crazy Kindred’s eccentric style demand his audience to turn the other cheek or was it merely the Ventrue's dominance? The Malkavian’s usual silence offered the best answer, as he cooed mostly childish rhymes when trying to address serious issues. Getting the Malkavian to speak coherently was a difficult task that demanded more than a linguist's lifetime of immortal experience.

It was safer to keep him quiet.

“They have not any idea what is happening.”

“But the Dream. It’s an idea and will not go away. Remember Michael.”

“And Mustafa?”

“Remember Sascha…”

There was a silence amongst the Kindred as eyes cast towards the nave. Suddenly, a decorative pain silked its deadly trap through the Malkavian’s mind. The feeling came as a brilliant light, a Road to Damascus. It blinded him momentarily and spun around his humanity like a fly caught in a white web of unmerciful rage. A gaping smile pressed on his face as the hollow words slowly fell from his mouth, “Bye-bye... bye-bye… Quickly die… On the morning will be frost... and you’ll go to the grave-yard…”

Esther turned towards him and reached out a hand to stroke his dark hair, “Grandfather will come?”

The Malkavian nodded in a sad childish way, “And bring the coffin.”

After his words, the rest of the Kindred in the room felt what he was mumbling about. The fire in the City of Angels spread its wings and made flight. The news of the disaster was now a glowing text message as the Kindred also made the acknowledgement between themselves.

“Remember Sascha…”
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