11-17-2022, 05:46 AM
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dated before the court hearing
@Miriam
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And so Chasm found himself exploring again, band tight on his face, it was like his superhero mask. He was worried about the upcoming trial for his leader but it would be fine. Nothing would go wrong because it was destiny. Or so he kept telling himself. But doubt would creep into his heart and the most childish of antics came into his skull. He wanted to do some secret montage training in case he needed to rescue Vendrussel and escort her to safety. It was dumb and illogical, no plan was made in honesty. But if he practice and had the guts then surly it would go alright.
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After an hour making dynamic poses and attacking invisible enemies he was exhausted. Forked tongue sticking out as he panted up a storm. There were shows on the magic box were others would train for days. He couldn't last even an hour! Feeling pity for himself he sat down and sighed. Wasn't there some way he could help?
@Miriam
the staff team luvs u