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Amal woke up with a start and quickly looked around to get her bearings, but her sight was hazy at best. She saw that she was in a dark room, and could tell that there were a number of other people there. But before she could take a better look, or even ask what was going on, pain suddenly flashed
He was running a little cold, having lost a good deal of blood. Her intuition told her that he was suffering greatly, but there was nothing she could do about it. “He must’ve woken up before I did,” said Amal. “And ran into awful trouble.” “I’m just glad you... the both of you are still alive.” “
Both Amal and Jionna were thrown to the ground from the sheer force alone. “You’d best listen to her,” he sneered. Amal’s migraine throbbed wildly after his strike. All she could feel was her blood pumping furiously. Her vision narrowed, and her hearing was muffled. As things came back into focu
Eva, Miko, and Amal immediately met up after the meeting. They were joined by a handful of others who wanted to help take down Nightmare. Although many of the people in the room certainly wanted to help, Eva had to turn them away from front-line work. It wasn’t that they weren’t willing to take th
Amal hung around, but didn’t feel quite right. She honestly wasn’t sure what she was doing there. Everyone else was a gun-toting badass, and she was just some art-loving farmer that could sell trinkets and pilot ships. “Guys,” she said, “I’m not sure what use I’m gonna be in a firefight. I’ve never
--- IDENTITY Full Name: Guy JohnsonCallsign: NightmareAliases: n/aPiloting Licenses: Civilian Commercial Industrial MEDICAL Age: 23Gender: MaleHair Color: BlondEye Color: BlueEthnicity: HumanHeight: 175 cmWeight: 68 kgBuild: AthleticMarkings/Scars: n/a UNLAWFUL ACTIVITY Crimes
The Seven spent the next few hours building their dossiers. As Locke mentioned, going after Nightmare meant finding all his associates as well. It wasn’t enough to just go after him - his entire outfit needed to be removed. To do that, they pulled together all kinds of information gathered from all
Eva nodded her head in agreement. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I don’t want you to sell him, and we don’t expect you to. But how about one of his lackeys instead? One of the little ones that no-one will miss.” The Toymaker leaned back in his chair. A look of intrigue was etched on his face. “I could