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One night, oneshot, completely random :3
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Shirin shouldered her bow, pulling a container of white powder out of her pocket. She dipped her pointer and middle finger into it, and began to play connect the dots with the stars. After creating a few constellations on Soel's face and arm, she stood.
"He'll die in an hour if he doesn't reject the void. Suicide soldiers, the both of them. They're going to take us with them."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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He groan softly from the pain, as his eyes slowly started to clear up. Why was he in Atticus's arm? Soel didn't remember much except from the last moment when Shirin just suddenly popped out and created a wound on his head, coincidentally knocking him out.
Wait, did they finally figure it out?
Soel huffed out a laugh, despite being held in the arms of his enemy. He looked at the both of them in front of him, wondering where in the literal fxck is Mew.
Seeing the future has its advantages. She knew exactly what would happen.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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“Shirin you moron. There will be no kissing.”
His face was turning red in either irritation or embarrassment. Still, he dropped Soel and his prosthetic arm morphed back into a normal looking arm.
Stitches on Atticus’s right arm had burst, blood trickling out.
"I feel like every time we face off, Shirin, your claims just get more and more ridiculous. What was it you said last time? About how one of us is going to get rabies soon or something?" Soel scoffed. "That could have happened, but this? You've gotten rusty it seem."
There was a soft thump when he was just rudely dropped on the ground. But this time, there wasn't a single groan that came out of Soel's mouth.
Unlike a certain someone who came unprepared with not enough colors to fuel themselves. Soel made sure to go to the beach earlier and bask in plenty of sunlight to store energy just in case they pull a trick of trapping him in the darkness.
Like right now.
Though the healing speed wasn't as fast as it were in the sunlight, it was definitely healing. Soel could feel his brain matters sticking back together, and the wound on his head slowly, but surely heal.
On the opposite end though, it seems like Atticus didn't have as good as a time as he did.
He was out of breath as he conjured orbs of color around him, hiding him from view so he could catch his breath. He was wheezing and coughing as an old bullet wound on his side was reopening from the strain.
Freyr. I told you that gun was real.
She nodded at Atticus, tilting her head to the side to inquire if he was alright.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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A rock.
Why a rock of all things?! Even a knife would save Soel abit of humility.
Soel groaned, and brushed his dark brown hair back. The absurdity of this situation was slowly getting out of his hands. He hated it.
"Atticus. A rock? Really? I never knew an Elderly who liked to throw rocks at people younger than them. Also-" Soel turned his head to Shirin, irked. "You! You literally scammed me a total of 105 gold coins that one time when I genuinely needed your help! 105 gold coins!!! Do you know how hard it is to earn money these days!?"
Soel felt that he was terribly wronged. What did he do to deserve this treatment! Not only did he get scammed out of his money a couple of months ago, but now his humility is going to disappear by a simple rock!
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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He dropped the rock and in his palm, gold bars appeared.
“As much as I hate to say it, Shirin is right. We have money and are willing to give it to you if you join us.”