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Sadie did her best to throw the pot of spaghetti away from her while her apartment building shook. Hot water and noodles went mostly opposite the direction she slipped and fell, ears ringing from the shockwave of an explosion.
I remember my first real sortie with Django as her apprentice.
She was really something else to watch in combat. It was like a lot of the other candidates had told me. I didn’t see myself coming close to good enough to be in her employ, and all of the exams I had passed and…
There were two seats in the room.
Mine, and Luna’s.
Hers, was of course, a throne. It was nothing like I would have expected for one, honestly, but it was clear that was what it was because she sat on it. It, like her crown, was a carving of black stone with dark green bits that sparkled like jewels…
the promise of art
the promise of money
The trajectory was right, the speed was right, everything on The Gate’s sensors that he might have…
