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Blitzkrieg time Galbar!
Reverion
He was not alone, of this he was certain. What or who were these other existances, and what were their purpose. No doubt he would find out.
But before he would seek them out, he would do that which had been done to himself, to create something out of nothing. Make it partly in his image, bearing the potential to obtain the higher form of existance in which he possessed.
The blackwinged god landed on Galbar, his intentions clear, he would bestow upon these creations an incomplete existance, where they would grow from an egg and gradually wither to become nothing. But to become oblivion was not the desired goal, just the whip upon the back, the result of failure, the thing pushing them onwards to do what would be in their power to avoid. All they had to do was prove themselves worthy. But who would they be?
Reverions taloned hands began to create them in his image, but incomplete, avian in nature, cowered in black feathers snd bearing talons like his and black wings. However unlike him, they would have beaks akin to crows.
"Come forth, you whom shall walk and fly upon this world. I shall name you Fowlfolk. Become something that is worthy, know me as your creator and your gate to the greater existance, your minds shall hold the key to your ascension. Acknowledge me as your maker and unmaker, your guardian and your warden, for I will protect you from oblivion and watch over your mortal cage. Worship my teachings and teach others of my path of greater existance and you shalt be rewarded."
Thus it came to be that the Fowlfolk were put into existance before him, their eyes watching their creator with wonder and amazement, and the same gaze was gi en back to them. They were beautiful, flawed, but they held all they needed to reach the goal. To become akin to him. But also empower him through dedication, aiding him to become greater than he is.
Reverion made sure to create a large cavern with tunnels, making them know this would be their home but also their place of gratitude, their constant reminder of their origin and who they were.
A holy site, theirs to maintain, but it was also one in which they could induce themselves with his teachings.
At the center of this holy site, he left an orb. A token of protection, which would aid in concealing the location of the holy site, but not the fowlfolk themselves.
He also gave his creations his divine law.
- Do not inflict unnecessary suffering.
- Do not force your will upon others by force. Be just.
- Oblivion is your enemy.
- Convert others to the true path.
- Strive for greatness, cast off your mortal shells.
- Seek moderation in the understandings of the universe.
- Indulge yourselves in the fleshy desires. But always be wary of evil.
- The wicked shall not go unpunished.
These eight teachings would come to represent the basics of Reverion, the holy symbol of his being the number 8. Or rather the infinity sign.
Summary: Monologues as he creates his mortal bird people, a holy site dedicated to himself as a big cave underground and an artifact which aids in concealing the site. Plus giving them some basic laws to unlive by.
Reverion
There were a stirring. A twirl in the beyond, an orb of liquid black was taking form, growing and then warping it's appearance, jagged large bonelike pieces sticking out of it and then... skin... feathers of darkest black. A pair of glowing eyes flared open, hidden peeking out from behind the large wall of feathers that almost seem to make a ball, it's eyes wandered as if searching for something. Someone. There was something beckoning him forth, but who or what was it? Who or what were he himself? He existed, of that there were no doubt.
His white pupils gazed into the direction of the scroll, the Khodex.
"Who dares? What dares to call me forth? You beckon, this I do reckon. These eyes of mine sear ye, my wings of pitched black... hear me!"
With a scream the figure's blackened wings parted from it's folded state and revealed his full form rising to stand on two legs.
"My emergence from the dwelling cold, the path to my design it will fold. Revere me, fear me. I am Reverion. I am, that I know. Thus you will and also shall be. Let us walk together in the place between..." Reverion mused softly, his taloned hand reaching out for the scroll.
"I shall carve you, like the path ahead. Let your core carry my creed, let my power be the sowed seed. All that has come, and shall forever come. Find yourself worthy and become akin to me."
He added his desire and power to the scroll.
Reverion
Lord of Re-Emergence, Lord of second chances, Gravengeance, Rightious Revenant, God of Neverdust, Talon Justice, Master of Vandead, Corvus Corpus, God of thralls (Name used by non-faithful), Domain
Undeath
Description
Reverion has a calm demeanor, every word uttered by him is chosen carefully, many times his words bear more meanings than one aswell. He despises unnecessary cruelty and injustice, he harbors strong feelings for vengeance and revenge. His ultimate goal is to become the overgod of the pantheon.
When called to battle, Reverion wields what can only be described as a sword-staff, the blade as long as the staff section. It's name being the Unmaker. He fights using acrobatic manuevers and flight using his black birdlike wings, his clawed talon-like fingers and feet being used as secondary weapons. He relies more on quickness and verbal play to wound his foes. He is lean in figure, built like an acrobat and he is as tall as about an average human but with pointed ears. He is adorned by feathers, tribal looking tattooes and his eyes are glowing fiercely with a white pupil in the middle, so when his gaze does land on you, you truly cannot mistake his nature.
When called to battle, Reverion wields what can only be described as a sword-staff, the blade as long as the staff section. It's name being the Unmaker. He fights using acrobatic manuevers and flight using his black birdlike wings, his clawed talon-like fingers and feet being used as secondary weapons. He relies more on quickness and verbal play to wound his foes. He is lean in figure, built like an acrobat and he is as tall as about an average human but with pointed ears. He is adorned by feathers, tribal looking tattooes and his eyes are glowing fiercely with a white pupil in the middle, so when his gaze does land on you, you truly cannot mistake his nature.
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Reverion
Lord of Re-Emergence, Lord of second chances, Gravengeance, Rightious Revenant, God of Neverdust, Talon Justice, Master of Vandead, Corvus Corpus, God of thralls (Name used by non-faithful), Domain
Undeath
Description
Reverion has a calm demeanor, every word uttered by him is chosen carefully, many times his words bear more meanings than one aswell. He despises unnecessary cruelty and injustice, he harbors strong feelings for vengeance and revenge. His ultimate goal is to become the overgod of the pantheon.
When called to battle, Reverion wields what can only be described as a sword-staff, the blade as long as the staff section. It's name being the Unmaker. He fights using acrobatic manuevers and flight using his black birdlike wings, his clawed talon-like fingers and feet being used as secondary weapons. He relies more on quickness and verbal play to wound his foes. He is lean in figure, built like an acrobat and he is as tall as about an average human but with pointed ears. He is adorned by feathers, tribal looking tattooes and his eyes are glowing fiercely with a white pupil in the middle, so when his gaze does land on you, you truly cannot mistake his nature.
When called to battle, Reverion wields what can only be described as a sword-staff, the blade as long as the staff section. It's name being the Unmaker. He fights using acrobatic manuevers and flight using his black birdlike wings, his clawed talon-like fingers and feet being used as secondary weapons. He relies more on quickness and verbal play to wound his foes. He is lean in figure, built like an acrobat and he is as tall as about an average human but with pointed ears. He is adorned by feathers, tribal looking tattooes and his eyes are glowing fiercely with a white pupil in the middle, so when his gaze does land on you, you truly cannot mistake his nature.
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Reverio
He had felt something, something warm and soft, and a familiar voice. It wasn't an unpleasant voice, but why did it fill him with the sense of impending doom. Then words came back to him, as echoes in his head.
'Trickery? Thieving minou? The relic of Albion...' Reverio's eyes flashed open and he sat up in shock, his eyes opening wide. He gasped and panted to himself.
What had happened? Then he came to the realization.
'Ken... tricked me... my sword my sword is gone. Lyngurium Lie! She has the swords!' His eyes shimmered as he came to the realization, that the worst possible scenario had come to pass. He had not only lost an ally, he had been deceived, and now the enemy of the entire world had likely two out of three keys needed to open the door which was his to open.
'This is your fault Ken! YOU BETRAYED MY TRUST!' He clenched his hands into fists to the point that his nails would make his hands bleed slightly, his teeth grinding together. His anger was however suddenly quenched, when he realized... where the hell were he? There was a pleasant fragnance in the air, but why did it cause his brain and body to scramble, like a duckling having walked into the fox den. He was in a wide bed? Wait. He knew this decoration, this scent. It was usually accompanied by... his thought pattern was interupted by spotting a bump on the bed just close to where he was lying. He instinctively reached out to lift the blanket.
A sweatdrop sliding down his cheek, there was no way that-
"Huh?" He said unknowingly aloud. Reverio screamed out loud upon removing the blanket, causing nearby birds outside the mansion to fly away from their branches upon the trees.
Lynnwell and ???
Lynnwell ignored the voice of a greenhaired young man on her way down an alleyway, briefly throwing a glance to the TV screen of a nearby shop. Spotting a picture of a criminal. Or so the Rhean news would label it. This was however a familiar face to her, a minor shock even.
"Shal-Akkun..." Her clawed hand reached her chin as she walked in thoughts.
'To think thee would be born anew. Such cruel irony, thee who spoke so dearly about life being a one time occurance. Thee were wrong about me and thyself aswell. I wonder, were thine life as void as mine hast become? Nay matter how fair a song is, time shalt undo it, just like mine home.' The pinkhaired girl threw a glance to the sky, it was the only thing which looked the same as it did... those many years ago.
'Oh Laurel... where art thee now?' She took out the small portrait she had relieved from his school and looked it over, her clawed hand feeling the form of the face drawn upon it. She then was about to turn a corner when someone bumped into her, the portrait fell out of her clawed fingers and ended up into the hands of whomever she had collided with. Her feline looking eyes looked slightly up at who had the misfortune of meeting her and laying hands on her memorophilia.
"Give it back." Lynnwell said as her eyes set at a pair of orange eyes, slightly obscured by green-yellowish hair. It was a young man clad in what could only be described to be a military attire. Was it a member of the Rhean authorities? She doubted it. He looked young.
"Hmph. You should watch where you are going girl. Also I do not appreciate such a rude tone... show some manners." The young man spoke out, he reached out and looked at the portrait he just caught. It wasn't anyone he knew. Lynnwell's eyes wandered over the young man and then to the portrait.
"It is thee whom shalt show respect to thine elders, which are wiser and stronger than thou art." Lynnwell's eyes slightly narrowed as she took a step forwards with her hand outstretched for the portrait, waiting for it to be handed over.
"Tch. Quite the nerve on you girl. You look younger than me. If you were anyone important, I would know your name. I'll give you this stupid portrait back, but you will appologize and show some manners. So let's hear it." Orpheuz placed one of his hands at his waist as he waited to hear an appology.
"Looks may be deceiving, wight. This grimalkin hast bore many names, if thee art as knowledgeable as thee claim... child. Then have thee ever heard of Lyngurium Lie?" Lynnwell's pose seemed to change as if she was analyzing the young man in front of her, she assumed a pose which was...dominant? Like a king posing for a portrait.
"What did you call me? The name is.. Orpheuz. You do well to remember it. Your manners are lacking. Hmph." Orpheuz snorted but his mind wandered, where had he heard that name before? Lyngurium Lie? Was it something he had read about? He couldn't quite place it. Was this person in front of him someone famous perhaps? An author of a book or something?
'This girl is strange. Her pose has changed... she looks relaxed... in control. I do not like it.' Orpheuz eyes felt like narrowing, but he decided to hold back his immediate thoughts.
"I do not know of this Lyngurium Lie. Care to enlighten me girl? And what's with the old-man tongue?" He said with an almost taunting tone.
"A saviour o' tribes, a warrior beside a saint, a foe to the friend of Rhea. That thee know not of me, proves mine former words true. Thee art but a child toying with flame, careful lest it shalt burn thee." Lynnwell said softly, but there was no doubt about it, there were weights behind her words.
"You continue trying to insult me girl. I do not enjoy picking a fight with a girl, but you look like you are begging for a fight. Careful so you don't get into too deep waters cat-girl, you might drown." Orpheuz raised his free hand up and began to conjure a stream of pitch black water, allowing it to form a vortex of spinning water in his hand.
"Like thee can bend water to thy will, I can break thine will with mine. Hand over the portrait now, meager wight. I will ask no more time." Lynnwell held out her clawed hand more urgently, having seemingly grown tired of speaking with the young man.
"Cocky. I wonder how long you can keep up that cool... appologize or I will have to teach you about respect." Orpheuz clarified, his hand outstretched in a hostile manner. Lynnwell quickly lunged forwards, her clawed fist connecting with the young man's chest, sending him hurling through the air for a couple of metres, before the young man would seemingly blink out of existance only to reappear further away clutching his chest.
"Unff! You underhanded scoundrel! How dare you strike me!" Orpheuz gritted his teeth in pain but more so irritation, not at having been punched by this random girl. But how he had been unable to see her fist, she was fast. She was on par with both the fire users of his past, perhaps even faster? Had this girl somehow replaced them in this world? He wasn't sure but there was something he had to establish no matter what. The pecking order. Lynnwell looked over at Orpheuz, her pose changing to a defensive one, her both clawed hands raised in readyness.
"Take this!" Orpheuz created another vortex in his hand before three circular pressurised sawblades of water wouuld hurl through the air towards Lynnwell. The girl quickly sidestepped the first one, then hurled up into the air to avoid the second one, then dodging the third by pressing her legs against the nearby wall, hurling her body diagonally forwards.
'What?!' Orpheuz held out his hand to channel the remaining water in the vortex into a whirlwind funnel of water aimed for the incoming catgirl. It landed on her, wrapping her into the thrashing waters.
"Hah! Caught you little cat. How does it feel being so wet behind the ears? Caught up in a magical washing machine..." Orpheuz smirked, this was what was needed to teach the girl some manners. Or so he thought. A few steps could be heard as he witnessed the feline looking girl simply step through the water, struggling but managing to push through it.
'She can resist the pull of my water powers? Tch. No matter. Everything freezes.' Orpheuz pulled the water baqck abit to wrap around Lynnwell again before turning it all into ice. Pitch black ice. "You left me no choice. That look suits you. Stay in there for abit to cool off won't you?" Orpheuz put one of his hands confidently at his waist. Then there was a loud cracking sound, followed by a ray of light before the ice shattered into thousands of pieces, and out of the ice came the feline girl flying into the air like a burning comet, coming right at him.
"Tch!" Orpheuz quickly teleported himself up into the air and midway falling he began to gather his watery powers again to shoot two jets of water towards Lynnwell who dodged both of them in the air, coming close enough to give Orpheuz a kick into the chest, sending him hurling through the air into a nearby alleyway with trashcans.
"Thou art not his equal." The pinkhaired girl blew some air through her nose as she turned to pick up the portrait, looking at it with a content look.
"It's not over you nonamer! I didn't traverse through the worlds to bicker with a feline bitch." Orpheuz called out from behind her, having gotten out of the other alleyway, a strip of blood coming from his mouth.
"Dost thee see thyself as Laurel? As his equal?" Lynnwell asked aloud, curious what the arrogant young man would answer, not that any answer would truly matter to her.
"That arrogant tone again! I don't care for your prattle about a long dead founder, the future is where Rhea lies. Not the past! Judging by your choice in words you might not be part of it for long."
"Thou which know not history art doomed to repeat it anew, folly child." Lynnwell said aloud, her eyes staring coldly at Orpheuz at a distance.
"Hmph. You mistake me for other STUPID people. You should be taught a lesson, but I have more pressing matters at hand. Perhaps you might even be able to play a part in things to come, once you learn to show some manners." Orpheuz spit his words out, clearly irritated.
"Thee think thyself a seer? A young wight who think he knows it all. I pity such folly." Lynnwell turned around to walk away with her portrait in hand.
'Insolent furry. No matter, not even using force would likely work on this thickheaded girl. I have more pressing matters at hand either way, but this girl... she had speed and strength. If only she would have some idea of respect she could have been a suitable ally. What a shame.' Orpheuz spit some blood to the side and wiped his mouth with his jacket, his eyes almost burning with ambition and anger.
Alrune
"How goes the reprogramming? I want results soon. Despite my vast patience, I am beginning to think you are stalling on purpose." The blue-green haired woman said to her underling.
"No ma'am! It's just that we want to make sure that the subject will not relapse." The underling quickly replied and showed a notepad with statistics and brainwave patterns.
"It is not a long term investment, it's a tool meant to be used and later discarded once it has served it's uses. Now sedate and gear it up. I want it fully functional upon my return while the memory of what has happened to my husband remain in everyone's hearts..." The woman smirked and then turned around and began to walk to her news conference. The Rhean TV-channels would broadcast news of a murder in the city, and a few blurry images of the suspects taken from the vehicles. Not enough to identify them however. But Alrune's picture is put on the news.
"We appologize for interupting our current broadcast..." The news anchor began, then began spitting details of the area of the murder and who the victim were. Including pictures of said doctor.
"The victim is Dr Jargan Plagerzes, who is known throughout Rhea for his breakthroughs in technology and scientific studies. He was also a council member of the Old Faith Collective, a group who worship humankinds achievements without paying tribute to any of the gods. The good doctor was assassinated when a group of gifted broke into a rented locale of the former. One person has been apprehended suspected of partaking in the crime. It is currently unknown what the motive of the killing is, but with us today is Dr Plagerzes wife." The anchor would explain and motion to her side. A blue-green haired woman all dressed in black would dry her eyes with a napkin.
"Mrs Plagerzes, we appreciate that you are with us here today, we understand this must be a very hard thing to do and incredibly emotional. But you are welcome, please can you tell us anything about your husband?" The news anchor offered her condolences.
"Thank you." Mrs Plagerzes said as she then began to spin a dramatic and emotionally sounding tale of what a great man her husband were, and that she suspects his killers may have been individuals gifted by the gods. Likely a hate crime.
Some time later...
In the hidden facility.
"How was my performance? The stage is set for the next act. Go ahead, send in the lowlife we captured several weeks ago into the containment field. He is useless to us. I want to see my new toy get to work." Mrs Plagerzes took hold of her wine glass and curled her purple lipsticked lips.
"Yes ma'am! Sending in test subject 993. What shall we call the new boy? 994?" The male underling asked as he stood by the controls overlooking the magical proof consoles and windows into what almost looked like an arena.
"He is not a boy. He is a monster. A disgusting little monster which shall do something for us. I know the perfect name... let's drag the prime example of everything wrong with Rhea into view. His name is now Laurel. He should be honored to serve such a noble goal despite the illness in him." Mrs Plagerzes grinned widely in a sadistic manner, motioning for the underling to open the other hatch to let Alrune... no... Laurel into the room." The large arena had many speakers covered over it, which Mrs Plagerzes would use to speak to those into the arena.
"Welcome to judgement day, little criminal." She addressed subject 993 who seemed to be a young man around the age of 18, he immediately began to attempt to throw fireballs at the windows to no effect.
"Such a lack of respect for your betters insignificant thing. This man is a criminal to the Rhea, he deserves to be punished by death. Eliminate him and repent. Laurel~." Mrs Plagerzes said the last line with such pleasure it almost could be mistaken that she was having the best cake in the world. Alrune opened his eyes, his outfit seemed to be a tight fitting black attire with armor at a few select places, there were a pair of visors attached to what could only be described as a big headband which also enclosed his own ears slightly. He could hear the voices into the headphones.
"Destroy the target. Eliminate. Repent." It was a monotone robotic voice in his head. He looked down on his hands, where were he? Who were he? Who was the person in front of him? He tried hard to think, but it was painful. The headset would give off a little shock when he tried. Alrune shook his head slightly.
"Who... who am... who are you? Must... kill or be killed..." The boy tightened his hands into fists, he felt empowered. Strong. He liked the feeling. He could hear something which had some familiarity to it. It wasn't voices. It was music. It made his body instinctively move forwards, his head and arms twitched slightly, electric current running through his body. His eyes set on the man ahead of him. When he saw the man, he heard the command in his ears again. This man was a criminal... he had to die. Right? Alrune darted forwards, dodging two incoming fireballs hurled by subject 993. Then with a thundering smash the boy slammed into the man's chest, hurling him into the nearby wall. The surging feeling of power was overwhelming Al's senses, this feeling it felt good. And he felt no pain. He looked at his hands again how his fingers were twitching almost as if he had been fed alot of medication... or something worse. But such thoughts were not reaching his mind now, nothing were but the feeling of power and lust to... kill? Al walked slowly over to the man, placing the tip of his boot under the man's chin, lifting his gaze up to meet Al's gaze through the purple visors.
"You poor thing... I'll help you..." A wide grin began to form on the boy's face as he raised his hand and then used it to stab the man through the heart while giving off a shock of electricity.
Al began to softly chuckle before bursting out into laughter. "Heh...heheh.... ahahahahah! Ahahah! Ahh... red... it's so beautiful... hnn..hnn.. I feel great." The boy reached up his gloved hand to his face, looking at the bloodied fingers as he took a lick. "That's all? You aren't breathing anymore? What a shame.." He threw what remained of the man's body down to the floor.
"Ma'am... this boy... is a..." The underling outside the chamber began to voice his concerns to Mrs Plagerzes.
"He's perfect. For the task. This little monster shall prove once and for all that their ilk are too dangerous and must be euthanised." The woman grinned and then took hold of her microphone.
"Well done Laurel. Mission complete. You have punished the criminal. Soon you will be having more criminals to punish. Remember that all who wield those powers as this one did are an enemy." She smirked and looked into the chamber, a sense of pride at seeing what her people having accomplished.
"Al... Lau... Alaur... Laurel?" The boy pondered briefly on the name. Was this his name? It did sound familiar. It had to be it. "I feel amazing... where is the next one?" He said in a monotone kind of manner and the voice in the headset gave him the answer.
"I will show you." The woman's voice replied.
Elsewhere...
Suzakura
"Ahh shit... Why did Silly Celly had to go all out holy hells crazy like that? Damn is this bone dislocated? Not again. Oh well... at least I have all the gain and no pain!" Suzakura allowed his body to readjust from the fight with Cel, which had ended with a draw in Cel leaving, having better things to do apparently.
"Damn I need a drink. Oh hey!" Suzakura eyed a young man with glasses walking out of a coffee shop with a hot coffe cup. "Thanks buddy! Gotta love free shit!" The greenhaired young man said as he relieved the boy of his drink and took a sip. "Not bad. Catch you later!"
"Hey! That was my coff- Hey!" The boy yelled after him, but it soon became part of the sounds of the city.
On his way down the street he couldn't help but notice a pink haired girl with cat ears passing right in front of him. "Damn. Nice piece of hoochie ass!" He allowed himself a whistle before brushing off his shirt, closing his eyes as he introduced himself.
"Suzakura, single, sharp and strong. How could the choice ever be wrong? Eh? EH?!" He opened his eyes to the sudden realization that the girl he had just seen had vanished as if up into thin air. "That's definitely not cool. Like this coffee. Damn it could use some more sugar or milk. Speaking of which, where is my bestest bovine babe?" He took a sip as he passed past an electronics store, throwing a glance to the TV in the viewing window. It was his father on the screen being advertised as dead.
It was with the speed of a fire hose that the coffee came back up and went into the face of a nerdy looking boy standing next to him.
"Holy hells! Someone fucking killed my dad!" He blinked for a few moments looking at the screen as if trying to cope with the new reality, he realized it was true once he saw his mother on the screen aswell. "Allright!" He tightened his hand into a fist and raised it in a cheering manner. "Someone earnt themselves some serious brownie points for doing my dad in and it wasn't even my mom. Does this mean I am extra orphaned? I gotta find Chinami and talk about it. I wonder how her parents are like. I gotta find out. Where the hell does her.. hey wait a sec? I wonder if Chinaminamnam's got a Chinamidamdam mom..."
Reverio Galand
The girl had been strong, too strong. There had been no way to hold on to her as she made her move over towards the barrier which contained the so named Tome of Trium Throne.
'Such strength...'
Reverio thought to himself as he watched Liliya, but he was more concerned with her behaviour, she acted almost like... a golem? That had to be it. 'This girl is another of Darla's servants? She really sent two of them to aid me. I really have to find some way to thank her later.' The blonde nodded to himself before looking at what Liliya was up to, blinking quickly. She had managed to break the barrier?
"Impossible! That crazy bit-" The grimoire under Reverio's arm began to proclaim once it realized that the barrier of the Tome of Trium Throne had been removed. The grimoire would however be muffled as Rev wrapped it into a piece of cloth he carried with him.
"Shhh... do not call the lady such crude things. Wait a moment... can golems have a gender?" He mumbled out loud to himself and the grimoire before looking over at Liliya. "Good work! Tell Darla that I will make it up to her! You go on ahead, I will be with you shortly. To think this tome may hold the key to the greater peace. Oh brother... your sacrifice will not be in vain. I will save this world from it's own people and then at the end, I'll be the last evil to be vanquished. The enemy of everything and everyone, this is my destiny... this has to be it. Never again will the horrors which befell you my dearest of friends happen anew." Reverio spoke to himself as he walked over to the Tome of Trium Throne.
His hand reaching out to take it. "Reveal to me, the path of peace." He took the tome and clutched it closely, he would have to read it, but not here. He had to make it out of here before the library personell and authorities would learn of this breach.
He ran.
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