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6.1 Plan B (The Apartment)
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2020-10-11 21:19:03"Get down!"
Freya d'Or heard the warning almost a second too late. She hit the floor just as an enormous silver streak of metallic fur leapt at the equally enormous tentacled Anomaly that she had been grappling with a moment ago. The silver beast's claws and gleaming teeth ripped into the creature like a knife through butter, severed body parts flying through the air around them. Freya would have felt pity for the Anomaly, if the thing hadn't nearly torn her limb from limb just a moment ago.
Certain that the Summoned Beast could handle the Anomaly, Freya turned to her saviour. He sat on the edge of a rock a few feet above, black coat flying in the breeze, with a disinterested expression on his irritatingly handsome face.
Jester Lee.
Master Necromancer.
Rookie of the Year.
Every woman's unattainable fantasy.
Arrogant prick.
"You're late," Frey said, making her way up the slope tow
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