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Water began pooling into the square room around her ankles. Lorelei pushed against the door and leaned her weight into it. It didn’t move. She swore silently under her breath. This was hardly what her client had described. There had been mention of a team of attack Mightyeana, yes. Boobytrapped water death room in the basement? Not something that had been laid out in the itinerary. She slipped her bag off her back and began rummaging around until she’d found a set of explosives that she had rigged herself and that she was certain were fairly lethal. She was gonna have to charge extra for this. She set them against the wall, sticking them to the smooth metallic surface. Then, assured they were secured, she relocated to the corner of the room, ducked her head, and hit the detonator. Nothing.

”That was underwhelming,” she muttered.

She pulled the back of the detonator pack, pulled a few wires out, and recrossed them. She hit the button again. Again, nothing.

“Oh for the love of sweet-”

The explosives detonated and knocked her back against the wall. Her ears rang and her head ached. Her vision swirled and swayed but she pulled herself up and kicked her way through the hole she’d created. As she ducked her way through, great shards of ice hurdled past her face and implanted themselves into the wall behind her. Wonderful. A Crygonal. She cracked her gloved knuckles and squared up against the creatures blocking the hallway. She went to take a step and realized her boots were frozen to the ground. Groaning in frustration, she pulled another detonator out of her bag and tossed her whole pack forward. This time when she hit the button, the remaining charge in her bag went off and she was showered with a painful spray of glacial remains that cut into her skin right through her clothes.

She unstuck herself and made her way down the corridor. Alarms rang in the distance, resonating and reverberating. She didn’t have much time. She didn’t have much of a plan on getting out either. The door at the end of the hall swung open when she kicked it and there, finally, sitting on a pillow on a pedestal, in the center of the room, was the egg she’d been sent to steal. She lifted it up and held it out in front of her, staring at its smooth surface with a grin.

“Hello beautiful.”

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it might seem like my whole life revolves around fictional characters but yes it does

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he'd been sickly as a boy, small and shy. as a man, he was unwaveringly serious, fiercely kind, yet painfully aloof. ✩

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wild flower: a playlist for lorelei knightley. this girl is a rebel without a cause. she was raised by an elderly couple after her parents left her on the doorstep of a daycare. she ran away from home when she was young and fell in with a bad crowd. she's queen of lies, a master thief, and has more identities than a liepard has lives. 001. cosmic love by florence and the machine . / / a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes 002. demons by sleigh bells . / / they're gonna bury you, they're gonna finish. they're gonna stand em up 6 by 6 by 6. 003. breezeblocks by alt-j . / / she bruises, coughs, she splutters pistol shots. hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks 004. soap by melanie martinez . / / i feel it coming out my throat. guess i better wash my mouth out with soap. god, i wish i never spoke. now i gotta wash my mouth out with soap 005. gasoline by halsey . / / are you insane like me? been in pain like me? bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me? would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me? 006. in the night by the weeknd . / / all alone she was living in a world without an end or beginning. baby girl was living life for the feeling. 007. wicked game by lydia ainsworth . / / the world was on fire no one could save me but you. strange what desire would make foolish people do.

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↔ are you deranged like me? are you strange like me? ↔ ↔ lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? ↔ ↔ do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? ↔

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alias: honey timezone: pacific age: 22 pronouns: she/her competitive or casual player? wahhh i wish i was competitive! i have no idea how anyone can try to breed perfect pokemon. i hate hatching eggs. so defs casual but i watch competitive play. who was your first starter? favorite starter? first was bulbasaur! and my favorite is absolutely fennekin. favorite pokemon + type? my favorite pokemon is probably litwick but like also teddiursa and i like ghost and bug types. favorite characters from the games / anime? red and blue are adorable! i also love sabrina, hilda, volkner, flannery, claire, valerie and lance. what would your nature be if you were a pokemon? impish lol which generation was your first? which is your favorite? gen 1 was my first and gen 5 is my favorite! favorite thing about pokemon?  i think i like the collecting aspect. and just like the main playthrough? so fun! someday i will complete my pokedex. what do you really, really want to see on tm87? lots of diversity and plotting amongst everybody! what don’t you want to see? i just want everyone to play with everyone. nobody should be left out of the fun! :3

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Kyoukai no Kanata || ED

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"€Kuriyama Mirai. She… is kind of a weird girl.”

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favorite animes: kuragehime

"mom, people say that falling in love makes a girl beautiful, but does that mean she’ll stay grubby forever if she never loves anyone?"

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"I will definitely change it"

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Have more confidence in yourself, Tsukimi. Every girl can be a princess.

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