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Terra Et Tempore
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You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

As soon as the door closed behind her, she sank to the ground in relief, trying not to cry. The tears were sudden and seemingly inexplicable. Why was it so hard to find somewhere she... belonged?
The observation tower, right. Moon knew that she needed to travel upwards, her spidey-senses showing her the way. There was like string tethering her to the ground, refusing to let her get lost. She could feel a second thread connecting her to Elodie, and followed it. Twists and turns, corridors, and locked doors. She encountered no one in her path, before she found a giant oak door.
It looked out of place in the pristine, white distortionist complex, but Moon instinctually knew it was her destination. She took a moment to appreciate the irony.
She was always knocking on doors. Poking her nose into places it didn't belong. She had been thrown into a wall by Ace, expelled into a classroom by the fabric of time, and locked in her room by a manipulative Bliss.
All because of doors.
Was she too curious?
Was she unlovable?
They had all... hated her. Seen her as an insect to squash. She was nothing.
Moon knocked on the door to the astronomy tower, and waited for Elodie to answer.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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She guided Moon up several flights of the spiral staircase, reaching the observatory. Above their heads was a ceiling of glass, showing them the starry sky and rift above them. "Here, sit over there, I'll get you tea. While I do, go ahead and tell me what you need, darling."
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Tears pricked at her eyes again. She didn't know where to turn, what was right and what was wrong, what was up and what was down. There was no Moon-shaped hole in anyone's heart here.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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I mean, not even her brother cared about her.
She just kept walking, humming quietly.
Everything was so boring.
She wanted to have some fun.
Her brother was boring. Miss Mona was alright but...
She stopped in front of an oak door.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Mercy's stellar light has found a match: The dark nebulas of Iteral.
Inside the kitchen, Iteral just stares at the kettle while it boils.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

"I-I'm sorry," she said. Always apologizing. She stared at the tea in front of her, as if the answers to all the world's problems could be found in the mug's fathomless depths.
"I was just curious about the rift and the ship and ever... Eden said you were the, er, resident expert, and sent me here. Although to be honest, I-I might have needed a bit of a break anyway."
Her emotions were all over. The voice inside her head was calling her a childish oversensitive slacker, shouting that she belonged back in the lab, working until her fingers were raw to the bone. She was wasting time and being inefficient by being here. But she couldn't do this anymore. She didn't want to have to become something else.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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"Set him on one of the pews." She grasped at her head. What a horrible headache that was incoming. "Please. And make sure he doesn't escape. Pour me a cup of tea, would you, Iteral?"
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

The hankerchief was wrapped around her stuff hands, entwined through her fingers. She blinked rapidly, really not in the mood to use the piece of cloth for its intended purpose. She slumped even lower, eyes finding the telescope. The glint of Elodie's fangs only served as another reminder of everything she didn't know.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
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"Well, I may have some of those answers. If it helps to ask me, then ask away and I'll answer everything to the best of my ability." She tilted the telescope slightly and heard the door from down the stairs, calling to whoever was knocking on it from the top. "Come in! It's open!"
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Caleb heard Mercy coming to see Caspian and he walked out of the room past Mercy. He hadn’t been worried about Caspian, no, he was just there because he wanted to be.
Caspian looked at Mercy and slithered to her, hugging her leg and looking up at her. “Is everything okay now?” he asked her, his tongue poking in and out.
It. kendo wasn't even giving Azazel the honor of pronouns.
Lydia shrugged, before pushing the door open, walking in.
"Man, you guys should reallyup the security in the place. It's freaky how easy it is to waltz in here."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
She tucked a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. Her braid was messy, caulking grease tangled in the hanging pieces. Not only was she an emotional disaster, she looked the part, too.
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