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 Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 1:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:00 pm
01.14.09
Time has passed, and your Herald is becoming fond of you and beginning to show affection. You two have grown closer, but that's not the only aspect of growing.
The Herald is maturing into a young child before your eyes. No longer dying and weak and no longer sexless, it now has beautiful angel white hair and dark blue eyes of unusual depth. You may have noticed that the Herald has been scratching and touching its back for a while, and now it's finally explained. The herald's wings have started to grow in.
How do you deal with the child's discomfort? Do you have any remedies to ease it? How does he/she react? How do the wings reflect the item given?
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:13 pm
Post1 - Certed Herald
Post2 - Prompt
Post3 - Table of Contents
Post4 - Rules
Post5 - Yuusuke
Post6 - Guardian
Post7 - Photo album
Post8 - Possessions
Post9 - Family & Friends
Post10 -Growth
Post11 - Credits
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:14 pm
You may post here without my permission aslong as you are affiliated with Heralds
My Word is Law here
No stealing any graphics, ask before using anything
No flamming, racial and sexist slurs, and nothing rated X!! Some R is ok :3
Follow general Gaia ToS
Rules can be subject to change
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:15 pm
Name: Shimizu Yuusuke
Nickname(s): Yuu-kun
Height:
Hair Color: Lavender White
Eye Color: Blue
Likes: Simple things, quietly relax and paint, tea and sweet foods, and tomatoes
Hates: Complexity, loud things and people, spicy foods, and bitter melons
Personality: Would rather be pushed around than bother to put up a fight. Hates to put up effort against troublesome situations but has a limit he will allow so as to not loose all of his manly pride.
Trademark: Always has a calligraphy brush on hand as well as a blank scroll
Favorite Remark:
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:16 pm
Name: Shimizu Tatsuo
Nickname(s): Tatsu
Height: 6'1"
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Amber
Likes: Women, working out, his job,
Hates:
Personality:
Trademark:
Favorite Remark: "Oh s**t..."
Profession: Elite bodyguard for those of rank and fame. Currently working for a Mafiaso.
History:
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:31 pm
Fallen Messenger >> Messenger Reborn
Journal Set-up
2 Standard Prompts
Messenger Reborn >> Child
[ ] 2 Standard Prompts
[ ] 5 RP Playdates
Child >> Teen
[ ] 2 Standard Prompts
[ ] 10 RP Playdates
Teen >> Adult
[ ] Standard prompt
[ ] Unique prompt
[ ]15 RP Playdates
Adult/Teen >> Breed
[ ] Standard prompt
[ ] Unique breed prompt
[ ] xx RP Playdates
Adult >> Mystery Stage
[ ] Standard prompt
[ ] Unique prompt
[ ]100 RP Playdates
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:34 pm
 Heralds © Vian Yuusuke's Concept © Sora Icefreeze Art © Sora Icefreeze Graphics © Sora Icefreeze
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 6:25 am
The winds howled at the darked skies as the ashen clouds wailed shards of needle sharp tears. The storm raged on, ravaging the day with its cold claws of despair. The trees trembled, their leaves slowly stolen away with every breath the storm beast took. A tumble of thunder signaled that the tempest's appetite had not yet abated. slamming waves after waves of its frigid unfeeling army of rain, the land laid battered in mud. The scent of broken earth and shattered trees suffocated the air, drowning out the scent of the flowers that laid tattered, sinking ever deeper into the muck of the earth. No sound would be able to challenge the mighty storm, not even an avalanche causing echo could get a consolation prize against the tempest.
A sharp howl that dripped with agony ripped through the tensed air. The reverberation seemed to send shock waves to challenge the rage of the storm. Anger filled wails of despair laced the battle zone as storm beast met it's match; a man beast. The storm rumbled, thundered, in response but was met with yet again another heart wrenching wail. One could taste the bitterness and hate of the howl of the man beast. The bitterness rivaled those of ancient Chinese medication concocted from things you wouldn't want to know, nor could remember the names of. This familiar sound, this familiar taste was the heart cry of a man robbed of his other half.
Tatsuo Shimizu, a man bereft of what he had thought to be The One, let out his rage, all of it, out into the storm. Howl after how he went, and with each release, he carved a piece of his heart and soul out. 'Never again!' he vowed when the contest of rage subsided into nothing but a rumble.
"Never again with I allow someone to enter me heart,"
***Three Years Later***
A black slyvette car sped along the rock paved road down a tree tunnel as the storm gentle purred up a small rainstorm. The fingers that clutched at the wheel gently drummed themselves in tempo to the song blaring on the stereo.
"The world I see through my fogged up glasses ,
A monotone view touch of black and white colors."
Tatsuo clutched the steering wheel in a death grip as he sped up. The tree tunnel stretched further out despite the man's effort to close the gap between him and his objective. The graycast of the day did nothing to help his mood either. The man had long since 'gotten' over the past but even healed scars would ache on rainy days; it looked like it would be storming again.
"Born into this world wide space,
With a right smile face,"
He sighed, wearily as he eased his foot off the gas a little. It was no use to open up old wounds now. A man of his profession wound up over a mistake 3 years ago would mean suicide. Tatsuo was born a fighter and a sore loser; to die now would mean defeat. Best to trudge on through the day and make the best of it. Just paint on another smile, and have fun with whatever s**t is thrown at you, he thought to himself.
"Hoping that my life's worthwhile,
This is gonna be my first trial."
Green eyes flicked themselves towards the passenger side to look at the professionally wrapped present. The elongated box was pretty flat which could indicate that the object itself could be a ridiculously expensive fountain pen, or a watch. Something of that nature. Whatever was in the box, Tatsuo hand selected it after flying all the way to the far east and took great pains to find a Master to create this present. Only a gift that one goes through such agony was suitable for a Mafia Boss and Tatsuo was going to the private party of his Boss.
"Hey Boy! It's time, so sing it,"
Tatsuo grunted as he readjusted his tie that was done a wee too tight. Tailored suits did look good on him but the pain of having to do a tie just right was a pain in the a** that the mafiaso could do without. Long black lashes glanced at the gold Rolex on his wrist, revealing that Tatsuo had ample time before the party started.
"My Life.
So Alive."
A warm uncommon feeling of pure joyful pride seeped itself into the man's chest. Tatsuo finally grinned, unsure exactly why, but just that today had a good feeling. Yes, despite the grey clouds threatening rain, today must hold something special. So special that the black haired handome man felt the tingling rush of excitement tinged with dread rush through his viens. A familiar feeling. Screeching tires heralded the drifting car as Tatsuo rapidly drew his car to a halt. Managing to turn his car to the side, the man drifted to a stop right before a falling tree made a touch down to the ground. The man sighed but a grin soon took over.
"Don't hide, don't cry.
Here I come."
Abandoning the road, Tatsuo drove his car through the space between 2 trees. He didn't mind the scratching done on his car, only that he was almost towards the castle. He stopped the car right outside the forest that he knew to be a shortcut directly to the castle of his Boss. Leaving his car behind, the athletically muscular man trotted off into the forest at a brisk pace. Th grass crunched underneath his black leather dress shoes, filling the air with a distinct fragrant earthy scent. Onwards and onwards he ventured farther in as the skies rumbled louder and louder. Tatsuo felt his blood rushing yet again, his ears roaring as his heart threatened to burst out of his chest. His pace quickened. A raindrop fell. He broken into a run. Rain pattered down gently, Tatsuo's custom suit now sustaining a very wet shoulders. The mafiaso came to a sudden halt, gasping for air as his green eyes widened at the spectacle before him.
"僕が見えてる世界は白と黒、
他の色ぜんぜん必要ないんだよ"
(The world I can see is black and white,
I don't need the other colors.)
A glowing white feather fading in light floated bast the tall asian man. A crumpled heap of marble skin and long slender limps trembled as it was assailed by raindrops. The green eyed man's field of vision honed on the ethereal beauty before him, seeing nothing else, not even the thunder that roared nor the lightening that shrieked in the far distance. Tatsuo willed his body to calm down from its run as habits took over, assessing the situation. Green met vivid violet as the fallen Herald stared up at the equally staring man. The naked boy seemed to plead for help; a slender trembling finger pointing towards a stone slab a mere 5 feet away.
"難しくするほど、もう分かりづらくなるからそうやって,"
(It's already so difficult, I just can't understand so just do it already,)
Instinct gripped the heart of the man as Tatsuo gave the slowly dying Herald a cold look. Green eyes told violet ones that in this world, you look after yourself; Don't look to others for help, even in your time of need. The hand slowly dropped down, too weak to point again in protest and plea. The mafiaso fought hard to resist the urge to help. No. Something about the situation screamed that he was at a cross road. To help would bind Tatsuo to this strange fallen boy for life an like hell he would allow anyone or anything close to his heart ever again.
"黙って、嫌な事通り過ぎてこの先々生きていくんだろう"
(Just shuttup and throw those unwanted things, and live on through the distant future.
Once again the purple orbs pleaded as the rain mercilessly pounded against the delicate white skin. Growling in frustration, Tatsuo gave in. In fluid movements, the man not-so-delicately, dumped the boy 1 feet away from the Heralds destination. His green eyes answered the feeble boy with 'I'm only helping you, help yourself. I don't take on things that can't protect themselves'. The Herald let out a sigh and struggled ever close to the stone slab, skin tearing against merciless rocks as Tatsuo watched on like a silent sentinel. The Herald reached the rock with a wheeze, sighing in relief just as the last of his feathers fading into nothingness. The boy too tired to do anything bravely forged on and once again gave a pleading look towards Tatsuo; a needy look.
"僕らの住む世界はいつもとてもウソだらけ自分殺して、笑顔作ってる泣きたくて,
自分殺して、笑顔作ってる"
(The world we live in is always full of lies,
So kill yourself and make a smile.)
Why do you keep looking at me, thinking that I would actually help you, he thought to himself as the rivulets of rainwater streamed over his face. Now drenched, the handsome Tatsuo stood a mere arms breath away and yet his mind refused to unshackle his wavering heart. No, it reasoned with the heart. Never let anyone back in; don't create any breakable bonds. No, responded the heart. There is no meaning in life if there are no bonds of the heart. He caved at last and crouched down next to the boy who was enthroned on a water logged stone slab by death's door.
"泣きたくて、笑いたくて、ホントの自分ガマンして伝わらなくて,"
(Don't wanna cry, Don't wanna smile. Endure my real me, continuing on.)
The dying herald seemed to breath in relief, gave a shakey nod of thanks before looking longingly at the area where Tatsuo's breast pocket would be. Within moments, a slightly confused, but going-with-the-flow mafiaso took out the present for his Boss and unwrapped it. Uncaring that the rain would damage it, Tatsuo held out the content of the small box towards the boy; a carefully handcrafted calligraphy brush. Everything that happened after that was a blur. A flash of white and a brilliant play of light from thousands of glowing light motes engulfed both the boy and the brush. Tatsuo shielded his eyes from the blinding light and when he finally withdrew his hands, he found a healthy, albiet a slightly shaky, cold and wet, boy staring up into his eyes. He was no longer knocking on death's door.
"君は誰の為に生きているの"
(Whose sake are you living on for?)
A lost smile finally tickled its way onto the tall man's face as he shed his soaked suit to cover the naked boy, grinning down into violet eyes.
Song LIFE by Kimuguren
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 8:06 am
"Wind me up
put me down
start me off and watch me go"
Right, just calm down. Great. Just great. No wait, calm down. ******** was the thought pattern of Tatsuo Shimizu as he tried to sit among the many infamous, and dangerous, people of the Mafia he was currently working with. Not only had the man abandoned the human like creature (okay, so it looked more human than anything now but men in his profession don't stay alive long by assuming s**t like that based on first appearances), but Tatsuo also lost his pricey and expensive gift for his current employer's birthday. Normally that wouldn't be a big deal but when said employer is the boss of a Mafia group, it is a problem. The thoughts of doom twisting his gut as thoughts of that humanoid boy that he left behind in the woods jabbed at his chest. His torment continued throughout the whole time that Tatsuo and the other 'employees' of his boss were waiting. Beads of sweat were showing on his normally calm and collected face that some of his peers began to sneer condescendingly at him. They may not know what had wound up this elite body guard but whatever it was, it was sure as hell was making the wait more interesting.
"I'll be running circles around you sooner than you know
A little off center
and I'm out of tune"
One of such peers actually snicked when Tatsuo sighed gently in exasperation. Tatsuo looked up and was made away of the sea of sneers from the long long rectangular table. Oh s**t, the red headed man thought and all other cascading thoughts of presents and fair skinned boys disappeared. Even the thought of him being homosexual, or bi or a ***** homo for having thoughts about that boy disappeared. Tatsuo sneered back at his audience and gave his trade make smirk. A smirk that clearly said '******** off and watch your place you d**k wads. I can kick all your asses together so don't ******** give me that look.' And to prove his point, Tatsuo began to rise out of his seat with the intentions of looking menacing while elevating his stature over the others. Alas, he was denied this come back when the sound of someone clearing his throat cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. The Boss was in the House. Tatsuo immediately sat back down. The thought at that time: Aw s**t.
"Just kickin this can along the avenue
But I'm alright"
s**t s**t s**t, ********! This was not like Tatsuo Shimizu at all. He is The Red Dragon! Feared eccentric professional bodyguard slash assassin for those who could pay him the money. He was the best of the best, the cream on top, the grand creme brulei(sp) of the elites! Tormenting himself over and over in his mind, Tatsuo somehow managed to nod to all the right parts to the Bosses birthday speech about loyalty to the Family of the Mafia as well as the Family of the home. Tatsuo even managed to automatically rise, clap, cheer, and give encouraging shouts as the Boss's pregnant wife made an appearance. The whole proceeding was getting tiring to be honest. Tatsuo was bored with these little displays of power the Boss did; gathering the top guns and such. Everything these days was boring actually for the red head. Same things. Same people. Same routine. Life was good to a degree. He was stable and living the high life. The occasional missions gave him the excitement. Yea, this was the high life.
"Coz it's easy once you know how it's done"
Hey, maybe it's really okay to be here. Sure, boring. Sure, no present. But hey, it was the high life. And that preggo wifey there.... she was the target for all the body guards at the table. To be her private guard would mean the highest pay and highest honors. To protect not just the wife of the Boss but the Heir and future of the Family. Oh yea, the high life. Tatsuo was already thinking up ways to show his true worth when compared to the permanent Family members around him. He may be a hired hand but he was the best. Maybe the best gift was to tell the boss that he was willing to sign another 2 year contract....
"You can't stop now,
it's already begun.
You feel it
running through your bones."
Yea! Tatsuo really wanted to say anything, do anything so that he can get back out there in the storm and get that naked kid. Bloody weird humanoid brat was what got him into this predicament. Sure, he was left out in the cold storm naked but he had it coming to him. Lying on the ground helpless like that...practically blackmailing Tatsuo with lost forlorn eyes for that precious calligraphy pen... and invading the red headed bodyguard's thoughts over and over and OVER again during this long drawn out dinner, which by the way, has not even started! All that kid's fault. Damn brat with an aura of bewilderness and confusion. Tatsuo's gut just knew that this trail of thought would not end well and when the round of applause for the boss bursted around him, Tatsuo was pulled back to reality. He was resigned now.
"And you jerk it out,
jerk it out"
'Eh hem,' the Red Dragon began as his peers began sitting down around him, ready to start the dinner now that the Boss was here; speak done. 'I have an announcement, well, announcements, to make myself if I may.' A quick glance at the Mafia Boss revealed a set of eyes that twinkled in amusent set behind a be-careful-of-what-you-say mouth.
"I would like to say..." Tatsuo began as his mind starting going into overdrive. When it came down to it, what the red headed man wanted was to adopt that kid. Why not? He's hit that 'family man' age. It would be nice to live for something other than himself. Old wounds shouldn't have that much of an affect on a grown professional like him. Only issue is... would a bodyguard of a mafia boss be acceptable father for a young boy?
"that I have decided to leave the Family as of now. I believe my contracted ended last week. I've decided to not extend it."
Moron moron! Idiot! Walking dead man! Do you expect to openly defy the Boss in front of the Family, surrounded BY the Family, and expect to get out alive?? Tatsuo's thoughts raged but was soon silenced by the calm Red Dragon within.
Alive? Sure. Unscathed, iffy. But hey! 1 outa 2 right now! Besides, too late now. You can't just laugh, scratch the back of your head and say 'just kidding!' Now you see what the Boss says.
"Shut up
hush your mouth
can't you hear you talk to loud?"
Frame one, mentioned Mafia man's face had a smile at the start. Next frame, Mafia' man's face stops smiling. Frame 3, face reddens. Frame 4, Face looks like a hot a** tea kettle ready to blow steam. Frame 5, it blew.
'Do you think you can get out of here blah blah,' was what Tatsuo heard. The important sounds at the moment was the screeching of the dozens of chairs being pushed out as men of the Family stood up fast, cocking guns and pistols at his handsome face. Bad. Shimizu Tatsuo likewise had already cocked 2 shiney guns at his peers, 'scuse me, EX-peers, standing up and ready. The Boss was a dull sound in the background, barking and yelling obscenities. It was getting annoying really, especially since the men couldn't start shooting yet. The Boss man was keeping Tatsuo from grabbin' that kid outa this damned storm. Bad.
"Oh put a cork in it your oversized human lump. How your wife could stand betting ******** by you is beyond me but I've had it with your bullshit and power trips. I ain't gonna be your little trophy hitman and that's that!"
"No I can't hear nothing 'cause I got my head up in the clouds
I bite off anything that I can chew"
In his mind, classical music began playing beautifully and uninterrupted as the beautiful large victorian style dinning room was blasted with hundreds of holls as the mafia men opened fire. The Red Dragon wasn't dodging bullets, that was inhuman and he was human. A damn good one though. No, Tatsuo was just smart enough to have on his Kevlar vest as he busted through the window glass behind him a split second before he was open fired on. The bits of glasses that gave him gashes were forgotten as the Good.
OOF! he went as he landed hard on top of a red Porsche. Rolling off the majorly dented roof and dodging the ran of bullets that followed soon after, the professional body guard headed out into the stormy night as he was in hot pursuit with practiced ease. Being chased by a few dozen men wieldind various sized fire arms was no biggie.
Back to the name.
Yuusuke was nice. Manly yet still sounding soft.
Yea, Shimizu Yuusuke.
Good
"I'm chasing cars up and down the avenue
But that's ok"
The red headed man leapt into the nearest car that looked liked it had 4-wheel drive and within seconds had the engine revving up. For a bodyguard, he was really good at hot wiring a car. A mafiaso's car to boot! Burning rubber as he peeled out of the valet parking lot, Tatsuo screeched his newly gotten car towards the metal gate of the castle.
The music continued on effortlessly in his mind, accompanied by the bursts of gunshots.
Cocking a gun out his window, The Red Dragon, despite the storm, pinpoint shotted the hinges of the gate to help ease himself when he bashed through the gate. He was home free! Or as home free as you could get while driving off the road towards a forest with cars peeling off after you, guns soaring through the air faster than a peregine(sp) falcon.
The song continued on.
"Coz it's easy once you know how it's done"
Sliding his car so that it would block the trail entrance, the red headed fleeing man slipped out of the car and down the trail that would lead him to a new life. The men behind him played nothing in his thoughts. Only thing was getting to the kid before the brat caught a cold.
"Ah!"
Stopping in his tracks, Shimizu Tatsuo realized that he WAS in pursuit. One would think being shot at would give a person a clue that he was in hot pursuit but not for Tatsuo. Remembering, the man whipped around and aimed his gun at the car. Estimating that his pursuers were now out of the cars and around the vicinity of his car, the Red Dragon fired a few rounds of gun shots at the engine.
Bai bai car.
And the concert continued on.
"You can't stop now
it's already begun.
You feel it
running through your bones."
The rain pelted mercilessly on. Damn that kid must be pretty ******** up by the mud caused from this rain. Hold on Yuu-kun, daddy's almost there. His own clothing was getting splattered by the mud he kicks up during his fast pace. Running at breakneak speed, the body guard surged down the trail with a speed that was the result of years of training and experience. A root there? No prob, a leap does the trick. Blood from odd cuts and gashes from broken glass and grazzing bullets? No prob, will fix that later. Heavy needle like rain that makes the normally sexy man look like a wet dog? No p-
The music screeched to a halt. So did Shimizu Tatsuo
Wait, that would be a problem. Can't welcome Yuusuke into the Shimizu family lookin' like hobo!
Too late. The soon-to-be Shimizu Yuuske was sitting miserably on his rock, weazing out breaths as the cold winds and rains pasted his silky white hair, now tainted with mud, to his marble white skin, also tainted with mud.
Tatsuo looked uncomfortable. Dead bodies? Sure. The aftermath of raped men and women? Okay-ish. Bruised bodies with broken bones? Why not.
A soaking wet cold weak naked white skinned boy sitting all by his lonesome self in the raging storm shrouded by darkness and covered in mud?
Not good.
"Uh... so... I know the situation up till now, and even now, isn't that great... but.. you wanna come with me kid?"
Straight to the point. The sooner he can get a reply, the sooner he can grab the kid and get the hell outa here. Mincing words, no matter now important or delicate the situation, was only gonna prolong this agony for the both of them.
"So you jerk it out
Jerk it out"
Tatsuo sure as hell would not be appealing for anyone at this moment. Covered in rain, mud, blood, messy hair, messy clothes, messy thoughts, and messy manners, this was a man not to get involved with. A life with the redhead would only mean trouble.
The Red Dragon resisted writhing tension, waiting for a reply. Why should the boy give a quick reply? He had been out here in the rain for over 2 hours as Tatsuo was warm indoors, stewwing over thoughts.
"Aaaaah man, I'm really sorry about... leaving you out here... I'll make it up to you kid! I'll give you anything you could want and need."
Vivid blue eyes peered into bright amber ones as Tatsuo and the fallen Herald saw each. Each male saw his future with the other through the other's eyes. Would it be okay? Tatsuo really had no idea why he was doing this, only that he is and that there was no turning back.
"Aaah hell. I'ma asking you if you wanna be a family with me. Like, can I be your father and you be... my son."
The word 'son' seemed to have some effect on the miserably looking boy. Eyes now shimmering in something akin to consent, the fallen herald slowly, and weakly, held out shakey hold hand towards the standing Tatsuo.
The small shakey white hand was soon engulfed with the large steady one of the red head.
"Good choice!! Now, I know you just met me but I'm Shimizu Tatsuo. I'll call you Shimizu Yuusuke from now on. Don't argue. We gotta outrun an entire Mafia Fami-"
The Red Dragon cocked his head to the side and his face grew ash with resignition. Damn! Still in pursuit and they were close.
"No time to talk or compromise. We gotta run son!"
Scooping his family in his arms, Tatsuo went back into a galloping run through the forest, trying to lose his pursuers and get back to his own car. The herald at a few times did try to protest to being manhandled but was silenced by the few gunshots in the distance.
"Oh yea Yuu-kun, by the way, can you grab that gun out of my suit? We're gonna need it soon."
The fallen herald's face soon contorted into horror.
Just what sort of family with this man was he gonna have?!
Song Jerk it Out! by Caesars
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