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pulvis sidereus pulvis( ♔: IFYOU'RENOTALLOWEDTOSTOPx.
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the starscontinue moving FOR➔ ◞WARD! l—like this❛I want you to remember you're ×not a l o n e』
pulvis sidereus pulvis sidereusI cannot pretend to be someone weakx.I cannot pretend to be someone weakx.I cannot pretend to be someone weak
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but dustKEEP THE FAITH xx. KEEP THE FAITH xx. KEEP THE FAITH xx. KEEP THE FAITH xx. KEEP THE FAITH xx. KEEP THE FAITH xx. KEEP THE FAITH xx. KEEP THE FAITH xx. KEEP THE FAITH xx.KEEP THE FAITH xx. KEEP THE FAITH xx. KEEP THE FAITH
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pulvis sidereus ██ ♚。向かい風の中 spica caelum.❜░█ x. ██ ♚。ありのままに richard montgomery high.❜░█ x. ██ ♚。生きること infiltrating.❜░█
- Everything was simply a passing blur--the cars dashing by, lights flashing, the surging skyscrapers and the people either taking it easy as they walked or rushing through. Click clack click clack. The pattern of shoes clicking against the cement was constant and fast. There was no hesitation in her steps as her heels made contact with the ground and the grim expression on her face matched her steady movements. She was vastly concentrated on reaching her destination rather than her environment, making sure that nothing was to disturb her engagement. To her co-workers, they would have simply believed that she just wanted to get her mission over with and was serious as always to fulfill her duties. Oh how wrong they were. Underneath her seemingly calm gaze was an intense flame that would scorch those who touched it.
Spica was infuriated beyond belief.
And whoever approached her was just asking to burned.
She muttered darkly to herself, her mumbling incomprehensible to those who could even hear her. It was obvious--to anyone who actually knew her--that the female was not pleased. At all. Clips of a memory she made not so long ago came back to haunt her when she had tried to distant it to no end. A frown was on her lips as she detestably recalled the events that added fuel to her fire. Before she knew it, she was already remembering the reason why she was so pissed off in the first place.
pulvis sidereus pulvis sidereusIN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT IN THAT SPAN
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT OF CLEAR SKY
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❝OH, TRUE COLOR」
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT IN THAT SPAN
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT OF CLEAR SKY
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT WE ARE FREE
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT TO PAINT WHATEVER
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT COLOR WE WANT
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❝OH, TRUE COLOR」
It was the end of another day hard at work, most would have been already done with their jobs or just starting it at this dark hour but that was the case for Spica. Being a superhuman and a government agent--no, not even an agent, she was the government's dog--she did labor twice the amount a regular agent would have done. Irritated and fatigued, the female just wanted to get home, take a nice, relaxing shower and go to bed.
But fate was a b***h and destiny had other ******** plans for her for she heard a commotion a safe distance away. Stopping in her tracks, Spica froze on the spot, contemplating if she should check it out or not. ' Maybe I should just leave it... It doesn't sound too serious, ' she thought before turning away, continuing her walk home. That is, until she heard a gunshot. The bang ringed in her ears and despite how her feet ached, how desperately she wanted a shower, even she knew she could not let this slide. No, her pride would not let her and her concern for the well-being of other's would not allow it. Sighing, she stepped onto a puddle that was conveniently nearby and seemed to sunk into it, without another sign.
Spica surfed the reflections from the direction she had heard the gunshot, reaching her objective when she saw two parties scuffling through the wet ground underneath them. The female pushed back a loose strand of hair, the displeasure evident on her face. It would seem that no one was not bleeding (yet) but she recognized one group as the gang causing trouble with their illegal bouts. She would have to arrest them. A groan escaped her mouth, muttering something along the lines of how she'll have to deal with the idiots.
Hand outstretched, her hand went through the reflection and latched onto one of the men's ankles and tugged hard. The unlucky man was pulled into the ground, half of his body in dimension of mirrors (or reflections, whatever) while his upper body was still in the surface. Right away, the fighting ceased and instead they started panicking. Spica grabbed a few more people's ankles before they realized a superhuman was at work and either a) shot anywhere or b) ran away. When she saw that a few of the gang members were leaving, she let out a 'tsk' and emerged from the small pool of water to go after them. Seeing a girl appear out of nowhere, they continued to run, only looking back to shoot at her. Creating a mirror to repel the bullets, she catch up to them with ease, making another mirror before pushing some of them in it.
" Sorry, but the only place you're going to is jail. " she stated coldly. She was about to run after the few that managed to escape when suddenly, she was confronted by an odd male. Halting in her steps, she threatened the redhead. " Move, now. " However her icy tone did little to intimidate him, much less, move aside to her annoyance. Spica glared at him, looking into his golden eyes hatefully, temporarily forgetting the matter of capturing the criminals. The two fiercely stared at each other to see who back down first--her or the b*****d who wouldn't get out of her way--until her power holding them reached its time limit, forcing her to break the stare. ' s**t-- ', the culprits she had trapped were now running and now she had to catch them again. Sending the redhead a death glare, she practically growled at him. " I'll deal with you and your buddies later, for now you're off the hook. Better watch your back though punk. " Spica simply told him, running after the other crooks.
pulvis sidereus pulvis sidereusIN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT IN THAT SPAN
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT OF CLEAR SKY
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT WE ARE FREE
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT TO PAINT WHATEVER
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT COLOR WE WANT
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❝OH, TRUE COLOR」
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT IN THAT SPAN
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT OF CLEAR SKY
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT WE ARE FREE
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT TO PAINT WHATEVER
IN THAT SPAN OF CLEAR SKY WE ARE FREE TO PAINT WHATEVER COLOR WE WANT COLOR WE WANT
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❝OH, TRUE COLOR」
The flashback ended and as she reached her target's school, her expression darkened. It was not the a*****e that stopped her from doing her job that made her mad--actually, he was partly the reason why she was--but the fact that she lost face. Her hard-earned reputation went down because she couldn't hand in all of the criminals and let half of them escape. Half. Of. Them. She would never hear the end of it from the higher ups and other "fellow" agents. Its not like Spica honestly cared about what they said, they could insult her all she wanted, she didn't give a damn about their ******** asses or if people did illegal s**t. No, it was when they dare try to scare her by using her sister against her did she get furious.
They were going to pay one day. All of them.
And she'll watch them beg under her feet as they all burned in hell.
It was then when she felt an abrupt collision did she broke out of her thoughts and snapped at the perpetrator, practically yelling " What?! " To her surprise, it was a smaller male who looked like he was frozen stiff. Realizing that she frightened the poor child (she was older than him after all), she replaced the scowl with a warm smile. " A-ah, sorry. I'm just a bit..edgy. I'm new to this school you see. " Spica whacked her head lightly, pretending to be a ditsy schoolgirl who was nervous on her first day of school. The boy wore a relieved expression and nodded, " Its okay, I've just recently transferred here too so I understand your feelings. " " I see then, " she replied, thoughtful for a moment. " Say..you wouldn't know where the senior classrooms are at, do you? " The boy nodded and exclaimed, " Sure I do! Just follow me. " " Ah thanks! " Spica replied cheerfully, walking behind the boy as she blended with the students with ease.
Now all she had to do was find this Marc kid and make sure David doesn't attack him or something.