Seirei No Hai

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Best Girl Saber

Tohsaka Manor, Fuyuki

With a smile, she disengaged. Olivier did not want to ruin the preparations that she and her Master had made prior to their arrival. With grace did the Countess of Aix clicked on the mechanism once more, turning the spear into a sword as it disappeared in blue light. The same goes for her armor, she thought it best since that since her dear Roland was a close friend and ally, he wouldn't do something as rash as betray them on the spot for the sake of some holy cup right? Even though that everyone is a potential enemy she believes that at least some of them has an ounce of honor. "Should we be the last people remaining then we should duel the same way we did so in life."

And there she was, a pretty face with that resembles sapphire personified. Her long, silky, white hair fell down with flair and would greet Roland with one of her signature smiles. "I don't suppose you would do the same? There's no need for armor or weapons on the dinner table." Olivier cleared her throat and lead the guests to their seats on the table, it was time for a celebratory feast, maybe not so much of a feast but it's still worth celebrating about their reunion. She turned to her Master and followed his lead as he discussed with his horse-faced mentor.

@Kyoka@Sageage@Reflection

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Shinto Town, Harbor/Port

"I apologize for the lack of responses, Caster, the men and I were busy scouring the area for those Servants' Masters." Spoke the mafioso as he approached with a handful of other men in suits. He looked around at the damage of their base while he didn't mind too much about the blood, the parts of rats and the smell of spilled guts in the air it did however bother the man which encouraged fear.

This did not do well for the Heir of the Crime Family and sighed. "I don't suppose your flute can erase the fear and worries of fully grown men?" This was both out of mere curiosity and a reason for his men to shape up when facing Servants as distractions or meat shield.

Of course with their location revealed and identity blown and not to mention the mess made at the harbor. Enzo no doubt believes that not only the attackers will come back but the locals will react negatively as well. "Seems we'll have to regroup. You suggested the town across the bridge before, I suppose we can set up a new base there if we wish. What say you Caster? Think we can hold off another attack in this disgusting stench? Of course, if we do move, it's time we go on the offensive."

He wasn't happy, he wasn't happy at all.

@Argonaut

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Better Lancelot Saber

Tohsaka Manor, Fuyuki

She had followed her Master around the house, an extra hand with the preparations for dinner and in full armor no less. They were to meet a guest today and her Master Tohsaka claimed that they were close friends, despite this claim, she would come prepared if they thought about attacking her Master unprepared, this was a war after all and alliances don't last very long in cases like these. Nevertheless, she knows her status as a Servant and is meant to follow the commands of her Master as per the contract settled upon summoning.

"Saber. It seems our guests have finally arrived, wait here it shall only take a moment. It is my duty to welcome any guests personally."

With a simple nod and a one-word response: "As you wish, Lord Tohsaka." She answered in an androgynous voice and stayed put with her sheath-less sword by her waistbelt. And it was only when night came that the expected guests arrived.

From her spot in the manor she had seen the other Master, who... by her puzzled look hidden from behind her helmet questioned such style. How long has it been? Did people started wearing horse masks? Is this person a reverse-centaur from Greek legend? She does not know, of all the people she has heard encountered in her lifetime, Astolfo's hippogryph, a Saracen giant, a castle made entirely out of glass... there are still some things that need to be answered and the "horse master" is one of them. Of course, she gripped the hilt of her sword upon noting his intent to harm her Master, only to stop just inches away from his face, almost reminiscent of her long-time companion Roland who would often pick a fight both wrong and right. She would smile, lightly giggling behind the mask.

When the other Master's Saber came, her smile just widened and a fangirly screech echoed mentally in her head. To think that Roland, of all people was this "horse man's" Servant.

She gripped her hilt once more, and twisted the mechanism near it, extending her prized sword, Hauteclere into a spear to block the incoming "greeting" with a loud clang from Roland's overhead strike.

"My companion! You live!" The bearer of Durandal greeted. She chuckled with a hearty laugh and matched his attacks with each parry she could find within each thrust, slash and cut. She used the reinforced parts of her armor to block all other attacks that cannot be reached by her spear-sword alone. "Is this how you greet your old friend, Sir Roland? As barbaric as ever, I see. You never change." She remarked, clashing with each strike, twirling her body around and in that armor no less nearly getting scrapes from the indestructible blade that he carried.

"I missed you so dearly, and I prayed that we would see each other again in heaven! But here you are, able to join me once more in our quest for victory!" He cheered once more, only for her to turn his strike into a long clash between blades. Olivier's visor had opened, her sapphire irises looking straight into Roland's own with a challenging smirk. "And I you, Roland."

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Eɴᴛᴇʀ — Into an Isekai World

I'm not sure if I should post or wait for Poke's reaction to Kaito's steal >.>

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shinto Town, Harbor/Port

The thought of using children to fuel his territory? A tempting offer, a tempting offer indeed but with it comes risks and a whole lot of attention. Enzo waved his hand dismissively, he'd rather not bring too much attention to their entire group and while the locals see them as friendlies, it's better to keep them that way. The Japanese may be rustic but they will force a foreigner out of their lands if they have to and right now, Fuyuki isn't exactly "American Soil".

"Tempting offer Caster but I'd rather not use children to fuel whatever Territory you're bound to create, however... if there are any stragglers that are curious to check the port every now and then... it's not my responsibility." The heir said nonchalantly before motioning his fingers clockwise, as if telling his entourage to pack up. "I want everything positioned where the enemy least expects it and if my father has delivered the "prototype firearm" to me, call me immediately!" He said to one of them before walking towards what looks like an office building in front of the port bridge.

He turns back to Caster, his gloved hand on the doorknob. "Oh and I suppose you can get started. I'm sure the harbor workers won't mind a few rats here and there and if they do get suspicious, you can do whatever you want with them."

Ships are beginning to leave port, as sounded by the horns installed in them. This prompted his entire crew to work double time and the harbor hands just completely focused on work.

@Argonaut

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shinto Town, Harbor/Port

Dawn, one of the perfect times to move suspicious items and individuals in and out of the port and since this was the nineteenth century, Customs weren't as heavily enforced as it will be in the near future. Several Americans in swanky suits and ties flood the harbor little by little to prevent suspicion by the local populace. Each one of them raised a hand to wave at the many who come to see them as alien, someone new, a potential friendly when little did they know that these men were dangerous and were all here for a different altogether. There were way too many "suits" just hanging by the Harbor, it's as if they own this place but the port hands don't seem to disappointed as they are tipped with items of value coming from the Land of the Free.

One such individual was looking at several crates being shipped out and with him are several "suits" standing guard. "Everything is in place, sir." One of the men said. Enzo Levito, the heir of the Levito Crime Family had arrived in Fuyuki and is here to cause havoc all for his family's wishes. With a great number of men, arms and resources at his disposal as well as the port under their ownership, this is no problem.

"Caster." The mafia boy called, turning to no one in particular, it seems that a quarter of the harbor had been under a Bounded Field that allowed the port hands to continue working without a care in the world. "Is this place suitable to create your Territory in? We could move elsewhere but it will take a while." It certainly is a nice view and it's far away from the competition which was in Miyama Town by the big bridge. Apparently he had summoned his Caster Servant already.

@Argonaut

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

Altari Somnus

"That did not sound good." The entire A section of the Research Deck's power just went off suddenly before it quickly switched back on. Before that was the alarm raised for all research personnel to evacuate from the third level of the Cerberus Gate. The elf, finding himself right next to the Cosmos Strider, initially thought to get his weapons first only to have his knife-ears droop at the sudden realization that all his armaments were submitted to a security clearance in the upper levels. "It seems The One wishes me to challenge myself in the face of this danger." He held his hand out to a nearby supply closet in which he activates one of his many Exalted powers, Air Vacuum. With a whoosh, the doors blast open and a short-range vocal communicator came flying toward his open hand, grasping its plastic and holding it to his mouth. "This is Altari Somnus of Research Team A, is anyone still in this section of Level 3?" Static, almost nothing. He tries again but all he would hear are screams and steps. He hopes that his research co-worker he talked with earlier wasn't caught up in all of it. With a sigh, the elf would have to depend on his powers in hopes of getting out of the Research Labs alive. "Guess I'm on my own."

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Altari would continuously try to contact his superior on the level he was in. The Cerberus Gate is a big ship and what a day to start off with. Treading slowly through the halls hoping to not get shot by the Security Team that might be probably sweeping in sometime soon or doing one of those formations that they love so much eventually he came across a security room which was empty, one of the screens left open and with one of the chairs still spinning about. "I guess security's handling it... hope they don't mind I take a little peek in the...re..." Utter shock came about his face as he studied the bloody scene before him. An entire laboratory deck was massacred... bodies, organs, flesh, skin, blood, and whatever gross matter is strewn across the steel walls and floors as well as the screens of the many tables and computers that are somewhat still active. While this did not bother the elf much like humans do, this did cause a small stir in his stomach... to think there was someone or something on this ship that's able to do this... he began to worry about the security guards that left their posts. He continued to study the situation and noticed the containment capsule was open. The video feed did not show how "it" got out but whatever "it" did... Altari would deem it hostile for the time being. "A live demon." He declares before shaking his head. "I need my equipment if I want to defend myself." He steps away from the room and began treading slowly towards the upper levels, still attempting to contact Dr. X9 with the short-range comms. "Ma'am? Madam Fibra Ops? Madam come in, is anyone still out there? He only hopes that whatever is lurking around isn't so fast that it would just come up into his face. Elf would start running the other way should such a situation arise.

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Eɴᴛᴇʀ — Into an Isekai World

Izuna Sakuya

Izuna's eyebrow twitched at such persistence, giving up food for what is the only clean spot in this entire shack? "Damn it.". Her tummy growled for the bento in front of her, with a soft sigh she opened up the bento box and sat on it, clapping her hands twice before chanting a prayer and telling aloud: "Thank you for the food." The contents don't mean much to her but it was pretty decent to look at, with a pair of chopsticks already in she began to dig in, the mysterious mix of flavors entering her mouth aren't unlike other people's cooking... still, it's a decent meal and her belly would full by the end of it.

She doesn't seem to note her rival, Tokuda, already entrenching himself into the spot as she continued to gobble down the food down her throat. For a girl she doesn't seem to have the manners of one, burping constantly and not paying any mind to manners. "I wonder when those two are coming back from their evening walk?" She thinks out loud.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Saber Olivier

“I give this victory to the Franks, come Master, Let the battle be joined.”

Name: Olivier (Real Name is Aude)

Title(s): Peer of Charlemagne, Paladin of Order and Wisdom

Class: Saber

Gender: Female

Birth and Death Dates: 700 A.D Approximately - 800 A.D Approximately

Alignment: Neutral Good

The cutie under all that metal equipped with current era clothing

Personality: Olivier was often a contrast to Roland’s hyped up attitude. Hers was calm, strategic and does not go into battle without a failsafe or a backup plan in mind. In cases where she is ambushed, she will often retreat even if the numbers are small just as a precaution. Olivier does not discriminate either and that is both in a positive and a negative way, she will attack just about anyone if the situation and honor she upholds calls for it and if they are already hostile at first they meet. During combat, she intends to study her enemy first before making up a decision whether or not to continue.

Outside of gritty battle she is a known socialite and being the Countess of Aix, that helps for their family’s noble standing. She will talk about how she dislikes the lifestyle of kicking back while others fight a war for their land and beliefs and would much enjoy joining in the battle herself if it meant benefits for the country. If she is love-struck she will stick by them until death.

Bio: Olivier… was just a figment of the knights’ imagination. Aude was the one behind the armor the whole time and fooled people the whole time.

Aude was the Countess of Aix, she has a sister, a mother and a father. Born from royalty she was expected to act like a lady of the court of Charlemagne. Posture, respect, manners, and the volume of her voice were the core ideals of nobility in the eighth century. It was supposed to be an okay thing for Aude, an easy life where she wouldn’t have to be on the front lines fighting the Saracens and the other Muslim armies invading their Christian realm, to her parents’ surprise, she doesn’t like the lifestyle, especially when soldiers are dying for nobles that are just sitting back and watching the chaos as if it were some piece of entertainment. Her pleas to join the military always end up in strong arguments. This did not stop Aude once and continued to train with her uncle in secret, a king of another country that has a rivalry with Charlemagne but follow the same belief in God.

Aude was considered one of her uncle’s best, beating even the men down in sparring and was tasked to do something for him, a piece of land that was under debate over who owns it. He filled her head about one of his rival’s nephews fighting for the said piece of land as he donned her armor. She asked him what would happen if they found out she was Aude. Her uncle replied with a shake of the head and laughed as he did so. He gave her a new name under the armor she donned: “Olivier” she was called and Olivier it shall be.

Contest day came and Roland was called forth as her enemy, coming in full armor just as she did. Before she were to meet the opponent, her uncle handed her a prized sword. The Hauteclere, a sword that could be turned into a spear by pulling/pushing a mechanism near the hilt, promising victory for her uncle. The two did battle for the land with each blow the other counters and with each tactic used against each other they formed a bond of friendship and eventually ended in a tie, it was during this respite that Olivier and Roland got to know each other more. The uncles of their respective children-in-laws didn’t know what to do at this point but Olivier decided to join the Frank Army, specifically enlisting in the Paladins of Charlemagne. Whenever he was being reckless, Olivier (Aude) would become his conscience, his wisdom and his partner.

They have fought several battles together against the Saracens in a massive campaign to quell the Jihad from becoming a full-blown war. She and Roland were known in France as one of the twelve prized Paladins of the Emperor. Her achievement in besting and converting Fierabras to Christianity was most mentioned in taverns and inns across France.

She and Roland were later killed in one battle with the Saracens in which their intelligence had a small mixup, causing Roland to get overconfident and attack the supposedly undergeared Saracens while she told him to wait for reinforcements. Ambushed by guerilla tactics, the heroes fell to the Saracens but not before Olivier took down most of their attackers and prayed to God about their battle for her King and for Roland.

Weapon:
- The Spear-Sword: Hauteclere - Hauteclere was a weapon known to shift from sword to spear within a simple move of a mechanism that allows it to extend or retract to Olivier’s wishes.

- A set of armor

Parameters:

Strength: B

Endurance: A

Agility: B

Mana: D

Luck: C

Class Skills:
Magic Resistance (Rank C) - Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals.

Riding (Rank B) - Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill, even vehicles that did not exist in the time period one was alive in, for they are no exception. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts.

Personal Skills:
Battle Continuation (Rank B) - Olivier was known to fight and defeat her enemies even while wounded on the battlefield. Her most famous fights were against Fierabras where she was still critically injured from the last battle and her sudden momentous execution of Marganice even after he was pierced from behind with his lance before dying herself.

Song of the Paladins (Rank B) - Olivier fought alongside Roland but does not have the ferocity and recklessness that comes with it. As battle drags on, her combat ability and power improves and can only be cancelled with Disengage of the same rank and lower. The build-up is slower than Roland’s.

Protection of the Faith (Rank A) - A Skill possessed only by those who have sacrificed themselves for a religious view. Despite being a form of divine protection, it is not a blessing from a higher existence. It is the absoluteness of one’s body and mind that was born from their beliefs.

Noble Phantasms:

Name: Hauteclere

Title: The Sword That Spills Saracen Blood

Type: Anti-Army

Rank: A+

Range: 1~50

Maximum Number of Targets: 100~200

Description: Upon chanting a prayer to God. The sword flashes a bright blue, held in a thrust position with one’s eyes closed. After finishing the prayer she thrusts the pulsating sword, creating a large beam that could eradicate armies as far as her eye could see. The sapphire jewel in the sword acts like a catalyst from which mana gathers around for and the chants reinforce it. Monsters and Anti-heroes take bonus damage from the thrust.

Her Noble Phantasm can be done in the spear form as well where she throws it towards the ground and creates an explosion of epic proportions.

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Name: Honored Paladin (Knight of Honor Prototype)

Title: The Paladin’s Armiger Loses No Arms

Type: Anti-Unit

Rank: A++

Range: 1

Maximum Number of Targets: 1~50

Description: When Olivier fought Fierabras while wounded, she lost her equipment and was thought of defenseless by the giant. Of course, when she picked up the giant’s second sword, Baptism, she was able to use it to her advantage and fight back as if she still knew what to do with it. This is similar to Lancelot’s Knight of Honor where Olivier can grab anything that is universally considered a weapon and use it against her enemies. The bonus modifier is applied if the weapon was owned by someone else and is struck against said person.

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Name: Vendetta Kill

Title: Olivier’s Strike Against Those Who Killed Her

Type: Anti-Unit

Rank: C

Range: 1

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: Olivier was struck down by a Saracen attack due to Roland’s recklessness and costed both their lives, however before dying, she immediately struck the Saracen that killed her with a fatal blow using Hauteclere. This Noble Phantasm applies a curse that could kill the person that killed Olivier herself. This depends on the opponent’s luck check and if it’s lower than C, the enemy dies along with her.

Enzo Levito

Name: Enzo Levito

Title(s): Heir of the Levito Crime Family

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Rank: Cause: Open

Objective for the Grail: Prosperity for the Crime Family’s growth in Northern America

Command Spell

Personality: On the surface, Enzo is a temperamental and rather arrogant, blunt man. He revels in fighting, happy to show off his combative ability and taking great pride in his reputation as the family’s strongest martial artist. Taunting remarks pair with his pride, as he isn't above ridiculing his opponents in the middle of a fight. He has no qualms eliminating the family’s enemies by any means necessary, including murder, however he isn't nearly as homicidal in his tactics.

For as hot-headed as he may seem, Enzo isn't impossible to reason with. In fact, he's rather reasonable when no one is pushing his buttons. Ruthless as he is, Enzo seldom takes people's lives for granted, and knows the importance of compromise and rationality. He refrains from unnecessarily brutal methods when need-be, and has enough sense to know when enough's enough.

Bio: Enzo Levito was born in New York. He did not have, peaceful childhood for one who is now the supposed heir of the crime family… as soon as he was born, he was told he would be the one leading his father’s mobs for the family's reputation across America. He didn't know what he was getting into until his progress to her early childhood… the stage of a child where the young one must learn all moral values to live a prosperous life on Earth.

His stage is far from that, as soon as he was able to read and write on his own he was misdirected by his own mother to go to the park for a little break, only to greet his nostrils with the smell off gunsmoke as they reached the intended location, he saw people killed for the very first time as a child, blood splattering all over the ground as a gang war erupted in front of them. He was not crying, nor was he trembling… but otherwise, interested, his eyes widened in curiosity as soon as the last of the opposing force died, walking to the bodies of the dead he can't help but wonder what these men did to mess with his family. He walked back to his mother with questions and told him that trust is an important resource in building the mafia. As he built that into his head, he can’t help but look at the men they killed. He thought that it was a little bit much.

The Crest of the Levitos was passed unto him not too long after the incident and, his entire body was greeted by the Prana flowing within his circuits and it was also during this time where she began his training in Magecraft, use of Firearms, and martial arts.

As he grew older, so did the fame of the Family, growing around as rumors in many of America’s states most likely in the richer and urban districts of each of the cities. His kill count had grown when he started killing his first person at fifteen and the bodies continue to pile up, all of which had tried to take down the crime family by any means only to fail by his hand. He wanted everyone to know who they were up against and killing them wasn’t a good enough message to get through to them. The only other way...

...was by joining the Holy Grail War and have his wish granted.

Their family wasn't part of the war in the past, and this would be their first.

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Magic Circuit Switch: The smell of gunsmoke.

Number of Magic Circuits: Rank C

Quality of Magic Circuits: Rank B

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Elemental Affinity: Earth / Origin: Antithesis

Magecraft:

Amateur Earth Magecraft (Rank C) - The Levitos normally practice Earth magecraft using unorthodox methods. These methods include armor made from earth’s resources that form around the body which take up a lot of prana and the creation of rock formations which also cost a lot of prana.

Gravitational Manipulation (Rank A) - A Sorcery Trait that only he bears alone in the entire family that knows of magecraft. It involves creating a bounded field without the expending too much prana and manipulates the gravitational field inside said area to his own free will. It does eat away at his prana even if it is little by little the longer the field is set up.

Crest: The Levito family crest is relatively new, about 80 years approximately.

Weapon:
Mystic Code: Trauma-Proof Coat - A mystic code that prevents the Master from gaining blunt force trauma or falling unconscious. The coat takes the properties of material similar to a soldier’s helmet. One would have to kill him to actually win.

Weapon: 2 Webley Model 1887s

Exceptional Benefit: Supply Line: A great number of the Levito Crime Family will be sent as a crew or backup when settling in Fuyuki. The city officials would consider the influx of Americans a part of the booming industry.

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I'd like to make a reservation for Saver and a Master spot please. Will post it up tomorrow.

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

Altari Somnus

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Cerberus Gate Research Deck A

Working on one of the Research Decks right near where the airships are supposedly parked was a snow-haired elf, his tongue just lazily swaying from side to side as his one eye was practically glued into one of the more sophisticated microscopes, one that zooms beyond the microscopic level just to study the contents of an atom. On his right was a Lashstalker head, one of its tentacles sliced off almost recently given the small pool of blood in his workplace, and on his left was the said tentacle, almost as if it was squeezed the moment it got sliced by a laser surgical knife just next to it. His posture was slouched, fully focused on the specimen before him. An odd reddish-black germ that seems to spazz out whenever it is met with foreign elements and becomes one with it, growing in size even if it is just a bit.

"Interesting..." Altari mutters to himself and not to the small study team members who was behind him doing the jobs they were assigned to by Dr. X9. Dipping a small amount of alcohol and hand sanitizer, he took out his Holo-Ledger and recorded whatever was the blood sample inside the Lashstalker head's tentacle, muttering to himself before doing so. He quickly deactivates said ledger and looks to the head before him, glaring for a little bit, studying it from top to bottom. "So only liquid then?" He said once more, to no one in particular as he put the head down.

"Got something there, Somnus?" A human in a lab coat approached him from the divider's door, wiping his hands off of the purple-ish blood that he dissected from a demon plant's stem that Altari brought from one of his many ventures. The space elf nods, almost excitedly so as his ears twitched. "Yes, yes of course! Demon blood somehow reacts positively to foreign liquids and make its cells grow in size. Fascinating really, I thought the Lashstalker head I brought with me was alive for a moment." This freaked the scientist out a bit, turning to the head and then back to Somnus with a sigh of relief. "Father's graces, Somnus don't try to even say that it had a chance to live or else we would've died." Apparently this man is one of his members in this research deck to study demon remains and how they worked. The two converse for a little while before the speakers around the deck would ring with the usual tune with his superior's voice on the vox channels.

"Altari!" She yells. Altari stands firm, his right knife-ear raised a little bit just so he could hear the announcement. "Looks like those idiots up top are going to be letting some refugees inside. Go make sure your research is secured and seal off the rest of the research deck. I fore-see we're going to have a failure of security pretty damn quick after take off and I don't want anything walking off!" With a frustrated sigh he would give a mock salute to the Ku Researcher before responding over the comms placed on his side: "Will do ma'am. Packing up now."

Gathering his research, he bid goodbye to his fellow researcher and began to clean his side of the deck, not one speck of demon blood should be left here lest their research be ruined by the locals or the tourists hanging around here. He places each scientific tool in the proper place, locking them with his authorized keycard before turning the lights out. He was the last researcher to leave before sealing the bay doors with the same card. He quickly puts all his research into the Cosmos Strider's rear storage. Perhaps another time he thought. "Must be another freak sandstorm out there or something." He thought to himself, but oh no, it was something much more dangerous.

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