Residual (Chapter Thirty-Nine)
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mindcrackloveA bit of a filler chapter, but you figure out what information is the most important to know right now. I also am a bit of a tease when it comes to a certain ship that Jimmy wants to sail.
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Chapter Thirty-Nine
Kingdom of Traz’madar, Minecraftia. October 17, year 373. Time instance 483Z.
The Mindcrackers and dragons had broken meeting after that, needing time to digest what Norazdomu had told them. They had held some more discussions after that, but had figured nothing out. When they had gone to bed that night, they had been frustrated.
Eight days.
Blame awoke at dawn, as he always did, and left his room relatively quickly, not wanting to be alone in his thoughts. He went to find Iirkolav, and was unsurprised to find him sitting at his usual table, scribbling on paper. He was also unsurprised that he quickly shoved the papers into a pocket when the Skullblade sat down.
“You’re going to have to tell someone what you’re doing someday, you know.”
Iirkolav shrugged. “It has to do with the prophecy and what we were told by Norazdomu. I’d rather not share, though.”
Blame frowned. “You’ve been working on that since before we knew the prophecy.”
“I…was told it before you were. I wasn’t supposed to tell you.” Iirkolav hesitated. “I’m not supposed to tell you something else that Norazdomu told me earlier, either. Which is why you can’t see the paper.”
“When he paused time? Don’t look surprised- Vechs told me that he was pretty sure that’s what happened.”
Iirkolav sighed and nodded. “He talked to me about a few things. One thing I can tell you, though- Saltar’vesque has a weakness. In the center of his chest, the scales don’t overlap quite right. If something was to be driven in there with enough force-“
“Flame dive.”
Iirkolav looked confused. “What?”
“Remember how you killed Vez’kai? I’m pretty sure that would off anything you hit in the vitals, assuming you guys don’t run out of potion.”
“…You’re right.” Iirkolav pulled out a piece of paper and started writing, handwriting awful- Blame wasn’t sure if this was a trait that he shared with Vechs or not- and mostly illegible. “It’s a difficult maneuver to pull off, but I think I could do it, as long as he didn’t see it coming or couldn’t block me. Those blades on his hands would cut me in half.”
“Hand.” Blame corrected.
“I doubt that very much. He’s probably had his hand regrown or something. Kyilld can heal as well as transform into people.”
Blame shuddered. “Don’t remind me.”
“Sorry.” Iirkolav hesitated. “Would you like to know how to kill her? I think I have a few ideas as to her weaknesses.”
Blame’s eyes lit up. “I’d like that.”
~~~
Vechs jumped and almost fell out of bed when someone knocked on the door.
When they had returned to base, they had found that the ones left behind had finished several more rooms. Guude had insisted that Vechs and Aureylian take one of them- clearly trying to hide a grin the entire time. They had accepted, but Vechs had informed Guude that it was just to avoid his snoring. Guude intentionally took the room beside them just to spite the mapmaker.
“Who is it?” Vechs grumbled, sitting up.
“It’s your mother. Is everyone in there decent? Or should I come back later?”
Vechs couldn’t keep himself from reddening a little. He glanced at Aureylian, who was in the process of sitting up as well. “You can come in.”
Skera cautiously opened the door and peaked inside before coming in. “Good morning, you two. Sleep well?”
“Better now that I don’t have to listen to the others sleeping.” Vechs responded as Aureylian waved with one hand and rubbed her eyes with her other.
Skera snorted at this. “I can believe that. I opted to go back to my hideout last night, and brought my things over. Do you mind if I leave them in here? I’d rather not have everyone looking through my things. Nothing against them, but…”
“No, it’s fine.” Vechs assured her. “Feel free.”
Skera smiled. “Thanks.” She darted out of the room momentarily before dragging in a small pile of things- primarily ingredients, her portable brewing stand, and some survival equipment. “I wish I could have brought better equipment but it’s delicate and considerably heavier. It took long enough to get here as I was.”
Vechs got to his feet and stretched before putting on his toolbelt, hat, and goggles. He looked at Skera as she let her things rest against the wall and turned to look at him. He wasn’t entirely sure what to say. How does one talk to their mother? He really didn’t know.
She seemed a little lost as well, and Vechs realized that she wasn’t sure how to talk to him either. They looked awkwardly at each other until Aureylian spoke.
“Skera…the Davions usually go nuts, don’t they? But Vechs is immune?”
“Yes.”
“Why aren’t you insane?”
Skera sighed. “Vechs told you why I left him in Valtarion, yes?”
Aureylian nodded.
“I felt it coming on, but my isolation in the Vicious Wilds must have made the insanity recede. Maybe it was my use of potions. Maybe it was the presence of Moranaax. I’m not sure why I stayed sane, but I fear that it won’t last.” She crossed her arms, uneasy. “Let’s hope it does.”
Vechs frowned. “You’re aware of the prophecy, right? And what it says?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Would any…descendants…of mine be cursed with the insanity?” He pointedly didn’t look at Aureylian.
A valid concern.
Skera frowned. “I’m not sure, considering your immunity. We’d have to wait and see.” She raised an eyebrow and her expression shifted to one of amusement. “Having thoughts in that direction, are we?”
Vechs turned red and shuffled his feet in embarrassment, trying to think of a comeback.
Skera laughed at both him and Aureylian- who was very carefully not looking at either of them- before informing them that she had another reason for being there. “I wanted to talk to you about how we could possibly lock away the Hostiles. When it says ‘Ishtillion must take them hold…’ isn’t Ishtillion the lord of the Nether? Perhaps we must lock them away there.”
“Norazdomu just told us that he just had to take over because Oshtondramon died, though.” Aureylian protested. “He’s the lord of monsters and the dead. Maybe we have to kill them, but they’ll just come back in two hundred years?”
“…Now that’s a valid point.” Vechs sat down on the bed, thinking. “That would make sense, actually. Judge of the dead and the one who watches over them. Yeah! Locking them in the Nether wouldn’t make much sense- Oshtondramon was the lord of the Nether, and technically, Herobrine rules it now. Didn’t Ishtillion say that he was ‘the lord of the lord of the Nether?’ Besides, the amount of power they could seize in there…” Vechs shuddered. “If Kaltaerion could get that much power just from reaching in with magic, I don’t want to know what the Hostiles could do. I’m glad that he’s been judged and dealt with.”
“…Actually…” Skera hesitated. “That’s…another part of Vallor’roth’s curse. No Davion can rest easily in death. The ghost of every Davion since Iilthrid is still bound to this world, restless and weak, but still there.”
Cursed to never rest until the corruption is purged.
“Don’t let Blame hear that.” Aureylian advised as Vechs groaned.
“Great. Just great. So Kaltaerion is still a thing?”
Skera nodded. “Yes. He’s incapable of acting, however; I made sure of that.”
Aureylian tilted her head, interested. “What did you do?”
“I bound him within a certain object- a stone- and made it so that he couldn’t leave.”
“How?”
“With the right know-how, a priest, a potion of invisibility, a couple of demon hunters, a book that wouldn’t stop screaming, a gargoyle with an attitude, and a whale.”
“A what?”
“I’ll tell the story at a later time.” Skera promised. “Perhaps when we’re less short on time.”
“We have barely more than a week.” Vechs stood and started to pace. “I hate it when I know when things are coming. At least with surprises you don’t have a countdown that you’re dreading the end of.”
“I, on the other hand, like knowing.” Skera turned and started setting up an alchemy station. “It gives me time to make healing potions. Would you like to learn?”
~~~
Naterrax informed you of her worries, did she not?
Yes. And how little faith you have in me. I do, in fact, know what I’m doing.
I don’t doubt that. I only doubt your motives.
Is it really so unreasonable that I don’t want to see our world fall into ruin?
You take far too much interest in the Davion family.
They are the only ones who still carry direct sparks from any of the fourteen creators. The only ones that Vallor’roth ever cursed.
What of the purple eyed one?
What of him?
Does he not-
His blood is too diluted. His spark is practically nonexistent. A common vampire is more Iilthrid than him.
The eyes are all he has?
Indeed.
Fine. I see your interest in the Davions. But I question your reasoning in bringing a second Vechs through the timestream. He could prove problematic. Why did you not simply warp the girl out of the way of the attack?
I do everything for a reason, Ishtillion. He will solve more problems than he creates.
Does he not damage the fabric of time?
Not noticeably, despite the paradox that he will create in the future.
Paradox?
We’ll get there. We’ll get there.
I hate it when you hint at events that will not take place for awhile and then proceed to not explain.
Rest assured that you will understand before the Mindcrackers do. I know what I am doing when it comes to Iirkolav. Leave him in my claws.
Claws? Norazdomu, you have not taken your full form in hundreds of years.
It’s a figure of speech. Must I be so literal with you?
Normally you’re pretty literal. You’ve never had a sense of humor.
It takes one that lacks it to know another, Clatterbones.
Nice try, Hourglass Head. Nice try.
In any case, I imagine you already know of your role in the prophecy?
Yes. I don’t like it.
You don’t have to like it. Do you think I wish to deal with these Hostiles tearing time for another two centuries? This is the best way to deal with them.
Do I want to know what devastation the other ways would create?
No.
I thought not.
~~~
Seven days.
Another day had passed, and they had still worked very little out. They had decided that they needed to kill the Hostiles and anticipate them returning in the future- although Iirkolav had remained silent on this. They also knew that their descendants would need to kill the Hostiles again, ending with Specterveil, which would purge the corruption from two of the creators and likely awaken the others, which would restore at least some measure of balance to Minecraftia.
The dragons seemed certain that either they or some family member of theirs would be alive at this time and likely willing to help, which put the Mindcracker’s minds at ease. The dragons also informed them that, once the Hostiles were dealt with, they would find a dragon who could assist them in the creation of descendants using the dragon magic method.
Blame, however, had walked out of the meeting when this was brought up, not wanting to hear it. Iirkolav had followed him, finding it irrelevant. He wasn’t one of the Mindcrackers- not really, not anymore. He figured that he wouldn’t live long enough to see all of the Hostiles fall, and was surprisingly unbothered by this. He had come back in time to do as much good as possible. After that, all he wanted to do was rest.
He quietly shoved aside the knowledge that he had, the knowledge that no Davion had ever rested easy in death. Perhaps his immunity to the insanity was also immunity to this.
“Are you doing alright?” Iirkolav finally asked Blame as they walked.
“I don’t know.” Blame sighed and leaned against one of the few trees in the area. “I don’t want to think about this descendant crap. A person less suited to have descendants than me I can’t even imagine.”
“Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that the one you-“
“Don’t.” Blame glared at him. “Don’t start with me.”
“Sorry.” Iirkolav fell silent and leaned on the tree beside him.
The only one he would consider was taken. Or so was thought.
Blame glanced at Iirkolav and sighed softly before looking away. He couldn’t push away the thoughts that this was another Vechs- one that he understood better and that understood him. He tried to push away the feelings that came with that but wasn’t very successful.
He closed his eyes, hoping that not looking at Iirkolav would help him deny what he was feeling.
He opened his eyes when he heard Iirkolav move, finding the man right in front of him. He was quite close and Blame felt his heartrate go through the roof. Iirkolav shifted slightly until his face was just inches away from Blame’s, making the Skullblade’s breath catch in his throat.
Iirkolav tilted his head slightly before stepping away. “We should head back.” he said, voice quiet, before turning and walking back. Blame watched his lopsided gait for a moment before shakily following. He mentally cursed Vechs, Iirkolav, the Hostiles, and, most of all, himself.
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Chapter Thirty-Nine
Kingdom of Traz’madar, Minecraftia. October 17, year 373. Time instance 483Z.
The Mindcrackers and dragons had broken meeting after that, needing time to digest what Norazdomu had told them. They had held some more discussions after that, but had figured nothing out. When they had gone to bed that night, they had been frustrated.
Eight days.
Blame awoke at dawn, as he always did, and left his room relatively quickly, not wanting to be alone in his thoughts. He went to find Iirkolav, and was unsurprised to find him sitting at his usual table, scribbling on paper. He was also unsurprised that he quickly shoved the papers into a pocket when the Skullblade sat down.
“You’re going to have to tell someone what you’re doing someday, you know.”
Iirkolav shrugged. “It has to do with the prophecy and what we were told by Norazdomu. I’d rather not share, though.”
Blame frowned. “You’ve been working on that since before we knew the prophecy.”
“I…was told it before you were. I wasn’t supposed to tell you.” Iirkolav hesitated. “I’m not supposed to tell you something else that Norazdomu told me earlier, either. Which is why you can’t see the paper.”
“When he paused time? Don’t look surprised- Vechs told me that he was pretty sure that’s what happened.”
Iirkolav sighed and nodded. “He talked to me about a few things. One thing I can tell you, though- Saltar’vesque has a weakness. In the center of his chest, the scales don’t overlap quite right. If something was to be driven in there with enough force-“
“Flame dive.”
Iirkolav looked confused. “What?”
“Remember how you killed Vez’kai? I’m pretty sure that would off anything you hit in the vitals, assuming you guys don’t run out of potion.”
“…You’re right.” Iirkolav pulled out a piece of paper and started writing, handwriting awful- Blame wasn’t sure if this was a trait that he shared with Vechs or not- and mostly illegible. “It’s a difficult maneuver to pull off, but I think I could do it, as long as he didn’t see it coming or couldn’t block me. Those blades on his hands would cut me in half.”
“Hand.” Blame corrected.
“I doubt that very much. He’s probably had his hand regrown or something. Kyilld can heal as well as transform into people.”
Blame shuddered. “Don’t remind me.”
“Sorry.” Iirkolav hesitated. “Would you like to know how to kill her? I think I have a few ideas as to her weaknesses.”
Blame’s eyes lit up. “I’d like that.”
~~~
Vechs jumped and almost fell out of bed when someone knocked on the door.
When they had returned to base, they had found that the ones left behind had finished several more rooms. Guude had insisted that Vechs and Aureylian take one of them- clearly trying to hide a grin the entire time. They had accepted, but Vechs had informed Guude that it was just to avoid his snoring. Guude intentionally took the room beside them just to spite the mapmaker.
“Who is it?” Vechs grumbled, sitting up.
“It’s your mother. Is everyone in there decent? Or should I come back later?”
Vechs couldn’t keep himself from reddening a little. He glanced at Aureylian, who was in the process of sitting up as well. “You can come in.”
Skera cautiously opened the door and peaked inside before coming in. “Good morning, you two. Sleep well?”
“Better now that I don’t have to listen to the others sleeping.” Vechs responded as Aureylian waved with one hand and rubbed her eyes with her other.
Skera snorted at this. “I can believe that. I opted to go back to my hideout last night, and brought my things over. Do you mind if I leave them in here? I’d rather not have everyone looking through my things. Nothing against them, but…”
“No, it’s fine.” Vechs assured her. “Feel free.”
Skera smiled. “Thanks.” She darted out of the room momentarily before dragging in a small pile of things- primarily ingredients, her portable brewing stand, and some survival equipment. “I wish I could have brought better equipment but it’s delicate and considerably heavier. It took long enough to get here as I was.”
Vechs got to his feet and stretched before putting on his toolbelt, hat, and goggles. He looked at Skera as she let her things rest against the wall and turned to look at him. He wasn’t entirely sure what to say. How does one talk to their mother? He really didn’t know.
She seemed a little lost as well, and Vechs realized that she wasn’t sure how to talk to him either. They looked awkwardly at each other until Aureylian spoke.
“Skera…the Davions usually go nuts, don’t they? But Vechs is immune?”
“Yes.”
“Why aren’t you insane?”
Skera sighed. “Vechs told you why I left him in Valtarion, yes?”
Aureylian nodded.
“I felt it coming on, but my isolation in the Vicious Wilds must have made the insanity recede. Maybe it was my use of potions. Maybe it was the presence of Moranaax. I’m not sure why I stayed sane, but I fear that it won’t last.” She crossed her arms, uneasy. “Let’s hope it does.”
Vechs frowned. “You’re aware of the prophecy, right? And what it says?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Would any…descendants…of mine be cursed with the insanity?” He pointedly didn’t look at Aureylian.
A valid concern.
Skera frowned. “I’m not sure, considering your immunity. We’d have to wait and see.” She raised an eyebrow and her expression shifted to one of amusement. “Having thoughts in that direction, are we?”
Vechs turned red and shuffled his feet in embarrassment, trying to think of a comeback.
Skera laughed at both him and Aureylian- who was very carefully not looking at either of them- before informing them that she had another reason for being there. “I wanted to talk to you about how we could possibly lock away the Hostiles. When it says ‘Ishtillion must take them hold…’ isn’t Ishtillion the lord of the Nether? Perhaps we must lock them away there.”
“Norazdomu just told us that he just had to take over because Oshtondramon died, though.” Aureylian protested. “He’s the lord of monsters and the dead. Maybe we have to kill them, but they’ll just come back in two hundred years?”
“…Now that’s a valid point.” Vechs sat down on the bed, thinking. “That would make sense, actually. Judge of the dead and the one who watches over them. Yeah! Locking them in the Nether wouldn’t make much sense- Oshtondramon was the lord of the Nether, and technically, Herobrine rules it now. Didn’t Ishtillion say that he was ‘the lord of the lord of the Nether?’ Besides, the amount of power they could seize in there…” Vechs shuddered. “If Kaltaerion could get that much power just from reaching in with magic, I don’t want to know what the Hostiles could do. I’m glad that he’s been judged and dealt with.”
“…Actually…” Skera hesitated. “That’s…another part of Vallor’roth’s curse. No Davion can rest easily in death. The ghost of every Davion since Iilthrid is still bound to this world, restless and weak, but still there.”
Cursed to never rest until the corruption is purged.
“Don’t let Blame hear that.” Aureylian advised as Vechs groaned.
“Great. Just great. So Kaltaerion is still a thing?”
Skera nodded. “Yes. He’s incapable of acting, however; I made sure of that.”
Aureylian tilted her head, interested. “What did you do?”
“I bound him within a certain object- a stone- and made it so that he couldn’t leave.”
“How?”
“With the right know-how, a priest, a potion of invisibility, a couple of demon hunters, a book that wouldn’t stop screaming, a gargoyle with an attitude, and a whale.”
“A what?”
“I’ll tell the story at a later time.” Skera promised. “Perhaps when we’re less short on time.”
“We have barely more than a week.” Vechs stood and started to pace. “I hate it when I know when things are coming. At least with surprises you don’t have a countdown that you’re dreading the end of.”
“I, on the other hand, like knowing.” Skera turned and started setting up an alchemy station. “It gives me time to make healing potions. Would you like to learn?”
~~~
Naterrax informed you of her worries, did she not?
Yes. And how little faith you have in me. I do, in fact, know what I’m doing.
I don’t doubt that. I only doubt your motives.
Is it really so unreasonable that I don’t want to see our world fall into ruin?
You take far too much interest in the Davion family.
They are the only ones who still carry direct sparks from any of the fourteen creators. The only ones that Vallor’roth ever cursed.
What of the purple eyed one?
What of him?
Does he not-
His blood is too diluted. His spark is practically nonexistent. A common vampire is more Iilthrid than him.
The eyes are all he has?
Indeed.
Fine. I see your interest in the Davions. But I question your reasoning in bringing a second Vechs through the timestream. He could prove problematic. Why did you not simply warp the girl out of the way of the attack?
I do everything for a reason, Ishtillion. He will solve more problems than he creates.
Does he not damage the fabric of time?
Not noticeably, despite the paradox that he will create in the future.
Paradox?
We’ll get there. We’ll get there.
I hate it when you hint at events that will not take place for awhile and then proceed to not explain.
Rest assured that you will understand before the Mindcrackers do. I know what I am doing when it comes to Iirkolav. Leave him in my claws.
Claws? Norazdomu, you have not taken your full form in hundreds of years.
It’s a figure of speech. Must I be so literal with you?
Normally you’re pretty literal. You’ve never had a sense of humor.
It takes one that lacks it to know another, Clatterbones.
Nice try, Hourglass Head. Nice try.
In any case, I imagine you already know of your role in the prophecy?
Yes. I don’t like it.
You don’t have to like it. Do you think I wish to deal with these Hostiles tearing time for another two centuries? This is the best way to deal with them.
Do I want to know what devastation the other ways would create?
No.
I thought not.
~~~
Seven days.
Another day had passed, and they had still worked very little out. They had decided that they needed to kill the Hostiles and anticipate them returning in the future- although Iirkolav had remained silent on this. They also knew that their descendants would need to kill the Hostiles again, ending with Specterveil, which would purge the corruption from two of the creators and likely awaken the others, which would restore at least some measure of balance to Minecraftia.
The dragons seemed certain that either they or some family member of theirs would be alive at this time and likely willing to help, which put the Mindcracker’s minds at ease. The dragons also informed them that, once the Hostiles were dealt with, they would find a dragon who could assist them in the creation of descendants using the dragon magic method.
Blame, however, had walked out of the meeting when this was brought up, not wanting to hear it. Iirkolav had followed him, finding it irrelevant. He wasn’t one of the Mindcrackers- not really, not anymore. He figured that he wouldn’t live long enough to see all of the Hostiles fall, and was surprisingly unbothered by this. He had come back in time to do as much good as possible. After that, all he wanted to do was rest.
He quietly shoved aside the knowledge that he had, the knowledge that no Davion had ever rested easy in death. Perhaps his immunity to the insanity was also immunity to this.
“Are you doing alright?” Iirkolav finally asked Blame as they walked.
“I don’t know.” Blame sighed and leaned against one of the few trees in the area. “I don’t want to think about this descendant crap. A person less suited to have descendants than me I can’t even imagine.”
“Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that the one you-“
“Don’t.” Blame glared at him. “Don’t start with me.”
“Sorry.” Iirkolav fell silent and leaned on the tree beside him.
The only one he would consider was taken. Or so was thought.
Blame glanced at Iirkolav and sighed softly before looking away. He couldn’t push away the thoughts that this was another Vechs- one that he understood better and that understood him. He tried to push away the feelings that came with that but wasn’t very successful.
He closed his eyes, hoping that not looking at Iirkolav would help him deny what he was feeling.
He opened his eyes when he heard Iirkolav move, finding the man right in front of him. He was quite close and Blame felt his heartrate go through the roof. Iirkolav shifted slightly until his face was just inches away from Blame’s, making the Skullblade’s breath catch in his throat.
Iirkolav tilted his head slightly before stepping away. “We should head back.” he said, voice quiet, before turning and walking back. Blame watched his lopsided gait for a moment before shakily following. He mentally cursed Vechs, Iirkolav, the Hostiles, and, most of all, himself.
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Date: Saturday, June 13th, 2015 08:44 pm (UTC)You know my favorite part XD
And Iirkolav's totes trying to seduce Blame, I don't care what you say :P
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Date: Saturday, June 13th, 2015 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: Saturday, June 13th, 2015 09:47 pm (UTC)So cute at the end. Ermagerd.
Also, i really like how this chapter went. It's giving us hints at things, and is keeping the story flowing. Also, Sierra is hilarious. I love her.
Good job tana ^^
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Date: Saturday, June 13th, 2015 09:49 pm (UTC)I liked this chapter too. Thank you. <3 And yes Skera is the best.
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Date: Saturday, June 13th, 2015 10:12 pm (UTC)THE PAKTC SHALL LIVE ON!!! e-o
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Date: Sunday, June 14th, 2015 04:11 am (UTC)we can start a club of tears, subno subject
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Date: Saturday, June 13th, 2015 10:36 pm (UTC)G.C. (::)(::)(::)(::)(::)
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Date: Sunday, June 14th, 2015 03:09 am (UTC)-awkward anon.
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Date: Sunday, June 14th, 2015 04:12 am (UTC)okay now I'm just interested in Skera's story XDThis was an enjoyable filler! And hehehehee that ending though.
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Date: Sunday, June 14th, 2015 04:32 am (UTC)