one more five horu drive to home...then ill stop spamming the status bar. promise. go back to only updating it once every few months
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back in my home state. actually a real nice hotel compared to the last one that had cockroaches in the bathroom. so thats cool and good. ready to get home tomorrow. blehhhhjgkjgkjhatk
Chloe nodded at the comrade frenchman and gave him a wave as she travelled to the foreign agent.
After seemingly being admonished Chloe quirked her head to the side, a gesture of admittance. "Fair enough." She said, still smiling. Nonetheless their liason informed them of their objective anyway. It had been a few hours, and it's not like it was written down anywhere. She exhaled smoke, briefly tapping her cigaratte onto the dirt, before sticking it back between her lips. The music had already faded the moment she got off the plane. She stuck her hands back in her leather jacket pocket and moved the two halves around in an idling motion. While she doubted the feeling was mutual, Chloe liked Lilliane already. She looked like an independant person, no nonsense, and could get shit done. Her fashion was unorthodox, something that seemed to be common with affiliates of the Speedwagon foundation. Chloe couldn't exactly wear her outfit around town, but out here people were allowed to express themselves more. Another reason she could never fit in with a real army. Lilliane was also pretty, especially her unusual amber eyes. She also had a timeless look about her, but Chloe guessed that she was in her thirties.
"Alright, sounds good," Chloe said, considering the plan. "My name's Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka. Most people call me annoying, but Chloe's easier to say." She introduced herself to the as of yet nameless foreign agent infront of her, hoping that the blonde-haired woman would reciprocate. As she spoke, she noticed the temperatue here was significantly warmer than where she had just been. Removing her leather jacket she tied it around her waist. While it was somewhat visible with her jacket on, the intricate cherry tree design that flowed up her left side was more plainly visible now that she was just in her white crop top.
"I'm followin' your lead, Miss," She said, gesturing with an open palm toward Lilliane. Her words trailed off, allowing an easy spot for the foreign agent to insert her name and introduce herself to the crew.
Natalia struggled within the armor, the effort causing her to grit her teeth as she pushed against the force. But the odds began to tip in the humanoid-warrios favor. With the help of some nearby allies, the spider was losing it's grappling contest. And a well aimed spear penetrated the woman-spider's skull and send her screeching to her death. Victory was theirs.
But no sooner could Natalia consider their next move did the floors beneath them began to crack and give. They plunged into dark oblivion. Natalia was confident she would be able to survive a considerable drop, but fortunately for those around her they landed in water not long afterwards. The Powered Armor made a tremendous splash and it quickly sank to the bottom. Fortunately, it was only about halfway beneath the surface and she stepped foot onto land. The armor was damaged, but her readouts were blank. That would have to be fixed. During whatever event transported her here the powered armor was completely rebooted, something that hadn't happened since it was first built. She would need to take a moment to do so.
In the mean time, ABI needed to come online, which should be doable from within the Powered Armor's chest. The armor stood blankly on land, staring at nothing, arms at it's sides. The engineer inside mostly detatched from it, moving her head away from the eyes. Sitting back, she looked for a panel. The inside was well lit, thanks to the light blue glow of her artificial heart. The inside was comfortable enough to move around in once detatched from the limb rigging, but Natalia's leg was mostly immobile. However the part for her bad leg was completely sealed off. Only a person with a missing leg could operate the machine, since all three limbs needed to be inside their respective sockets in order for manual control to occur. Opening a panel she began to work to bring on the Powered Armor's AI. Having quickly surveiled the environment, she surmised it was worth the risk for now to retract into the suit. Besides, it would take only a moment to get back into battle position, and the Powered Armor was still hooked into the base of her skull via the subdermal implant. Currently, she and the Powered Armor were seeing the same thing in their minds eyes. The Powered Armor was an extension of herself.
In a matter of moments, ABI would be online. For now though, the armor was once again a statue, with Natalia hid invisibly inside.
De'kae, the Druid
Kay didn't move except for that of the whims of gravity. Her expression remained that of a deep, trouble sleep as she ragdolled onto the water's surface, submerging with a slap. There was a brief moment where the water threatened to enter her lungs, but was luck or design would have it, a large chunk of rock hit the surface and pushed the unconscious Druid Elf onto the shore. Soaking wet, hair stuck to her face, long ears drooping onto the sand, De'kae lay on her side, wetly rasping. The blood had been washed from her wounds, which were now pink instead of vibrant red.
A moment passed, and De'kae began to spurt out water from between her lips, coughing miserably. Retching, Kay rose to her hands and knees and crawled a few more feet onto the beach before falling down once again. Rolling onto her back she breathed in deep, holding back a sob. Throwing the hair out of her face she glanced around to groggily take in her new environment. Though she wasn't paying much attention to what was there as much as what wasn't. The spider-beast was gone. What a horrifying experience, she thought. Her heart was staggering back to beating a million miles a minute but for now the danged had passed. Flopping back down onto her back she place a hand on her heart and tried to regain her breathe. The darkness at the edges of her vision had vanished. She had survived, for now. Her memory was barely there. There was the spider. A brief, gravitiless sensation, impact, then blackness. Something hot. Then, something wet. Now she was on the beach.
"Great Mother Tree..." She exclaimed in a language unknown to anyone in the group, the tongue of her homeland.
Leela was born to immigrants from India. Her mother and father were very well off there and wanted to seek more fortune in the Land of Opportunity. They had already amassed quite amount of wealth ontop of the money they had already inherited from their parents before them. Members of the upper class, they left it all behind. Leela is an American citizen, and she can fluently speak Indian and English, with the proper natural accents for both, a true bi-lingual person.
Pressure was on Leela from a young age. Her parents were incredibly successful. Some of it was self-imposed, Leela didn't just want to be seen as the rich girl riding on the coatails of mommy and daddy. So she worked extra hard. She could have gotten into Law School on scholarships alone, but she didn't need to worry about money either. Leela went to a private school and always had access to the highest level of education.
Resources
Luxury Vehicle Lawyer Mother Real Estate Tycoon Father Money Smart Phone Purse Weird Occultist Uncle Minor Celebrity Sister
Crimes
A drunk driving case in defence of a man who was sitting in the driver seat drunk in a parking lot when he was rearended by a grandma.
A civil case in regards to landlords allegedly unjust eviction of lower income tenets.
@Scribe of Thoth I think Emiliya might have something in common with Leo via the arts. Maybe Emiliya could get into painting or something. Just, you know, Emiliya isn't exactly the best person in the world, so if you'd rather your character have some real friends that's cool too, lol.
let me know if there's anything i need to change or add
Leela Malviya
Gender: Female Age: 22
Height: 5'6 Weight: 124 lbs
Occupation: Part Time Barista, Law School Student
Background
Leela was born to immigrants from India. Her mother and father were very well off there and wanted to seek more fortune in the Land of Opportunity. They had already amassed quite amount of wealth ontop of the money they had already inherited from their parents before them. Members of the upper class, they left it all behind. Leela is an American citizen, and she can fluently speak Indian and English, with the proper natural accents for both, a true bi-lingual person.
Pressure was on Leela from a young age. Her parents were incredibly successful. Some of it was self-imposed, Leela didn't just want to be seen as the rich girl riding on the coatails of mommy and daddy. So she worked extra hard. She could have gotten into Law School on scholarships alone, but she didn't need to worry about money either. Leela went to a private school and always had access to the highest level of education.
Resources
Luxury Vehicle Lawyer Mother Real Estate Tycoon Father Money Smart Phone Purse Weird Occultist Uncle Minor Celebrity Sister
Crimes
A drunk driving case in defence of a man who was sitting in the driver seat drunk in a parking lot when he was rearended by a grandma.
A civil case in regards to landlords allegedly unjust eviction of lower income tenets.
Leela was born to immigrants from India. Her mother and father were very well off there and wanted to seek more fortune in the Land of Opportunity. They had already amassed quite amount of wealth ontop of the money they had already inherited from their parents before them. Members of the upper class, they left it all behind. Leela is an American citizen, and she can fluently speak Indian and English, with the proper natural accents for both, a true bi-lingual person.
Pressure was on Leela from a young age. Her parents were incredibly successful. Some of it was self-imposed, Leela didn't just want to be seen as the rich girl riding on the coatails of mommy and daddy. So she worked extra hard. She could have gotten into Law School on scholarships alone, but she didn't need to worry about money either. Leela went to a private school and always had access to the highest level of education.
Resources
Luxury Vehicle Lawyer Mother Real Estate Tycoon Father Money Smart Phone Purse Weird Occultist Uncle Minor Celebrity Sister
Crimes
A drunk driving case in defence of a man who was sitting in the driver seat drunk in a parking lot when he was rearended by a grandma.
A civil case in regards to landlords allegedly unjust eviction of lower income tenets.
Emilia Elembayev does not consider herself a violent person. But she has an odd fascination with the macabre, one that goes beyond what others may consider healthy. Doesn't everyone have urges to inflict pain on others and find out what makes things tick? These urges have remained hidden throughout her life. Emily is used to keeping her truest self locked away from others.
This small, dark core is buried. She has built an identity for herself despite earlier troubles. Emily is a confident, ambitious, intelligent woman that is quick to make an impression on those she meets. Manipulative is one word for her, though she prefers to call herself socially effecient. Besides, manipulative has a negative connotation that Emilia believes is unwarranted. She does not exhibit a dislike for her fellow humans, she finds them fascinating and interesting and wants them to like her. Who doesn't want to be liked? Emilia is protective of her public image and wants to be respected and appreciated.
Emiliya is a confident, self-assured woman, but when her ego or image is threatened she gets angry. Immediately she will try to put the threat down in a cruel verbal takedown. If this fails she will flounder and retreat, but if somehow this is prevented she can become potentially violent. While this anger can come quickly it doesn't subside nearly as fast, and Emiliya holds a vindictive grudge against those who cross her.
Emiliya can also become fixated on certain things to an obsessive degree. Whether it be winning the affections of someone, destroying her enemies, or seeing where a street cat meanders off too. While she is an astute observer of the environment around her, every once in a while particular thing will capture her attention and she will have the desire to fully explore or possess it.
This all being said, most people will never know the extent of Emily's many quirks. Most of the time she is a amiable, assertive, and maybe a little too mean sometimes college student.
【 SKILLS 】
. First Aid, Human Anatomy . Investigation and Perception . Lying and Detecting Lies . Charisma . Creative Fiction
【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
A few weeks ago she was walking to her dorm when something caught her eye. A person was standing perfectly still, holding something behind their back and faciing Emiliya, though she couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not. There was an itch on the back of her neck and immediately Emiliya knew that this curious person would be the focus of her attention for a while. She sat down and pretended to text on her phone while stealthily sneaking peaks at the statue-esque man. He didn't move for five minutes, and no other students were around. Eventually she got up and began to walk over to him only for him to finally begin moving. With stilted strides he turned around. He was still obscuring the thing he was holding, having moved it to his front. That was annoying.
Eventually he turned a corner down an alleyway. After a few seconds Emiliya summoned her courage and the itch drove her forward. Turning the corner to a dead end alleyway, the man had vanished entirely. Only there was evidence to his existence, something that still gives Emiliya wonderous chills to this day. An ornate lockbox...floating five feet in the air, perfectly still. Emiliya cautiously, painfully slowly approached and plucked the thing out of the air. It was gold and obsidian, and she couldn't open it. It weighed practically nothing. With no sign of the stranger she stuffed the thing away in her backpack and hurried home. The lockbox still sits in a drawer in her dormitory. Quite often she returns to it and wonders if she should break it open, but something tells her she shouldn't.
【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Emiliya used to pick on small animals as a child. She enjoyed scaring them or throwing rocks at them or kicking them. It made her feel strong and superior and she liked seeing the different ways they all reacted to something so incomprehensible. The way a squirrel chittered and flailed after getting hit by a rock. The way a hill of ants went into a panicked frenzy as an uncaring goddess squashed them because she could. This all culminated in her capture and killing of a muskrat as she experimented on it. Guilt punctured her fun though, and the eight year old didn't do something like that again.
She never liked her parents. Or maybe they never liked her. From Emiliya's perspective it didn't matter. Growing up in a small town in Russia, she felt trapped. Her mother and father were boring and dull and religious. Her mother was a spineless, cowardly drunk and her father was an angry, thick-headed pig. They stewed in their own failures. Worst of all, they liked her older sister better. Pined over her. She was so talented, funny, confident. Well behaved. She wasn't odd, quiet, and turbulent like Emiliya. Her older sister would save them all. They would live vicariously through her success. That didn't matter. Emiliya played the part until she turned 17. School was her only solace. There her talents were recognized. There she could gain the respect of her teachers and peers. Her older sister was too old to be in her schools so she could exist outside of her shadow. Academic success came easy, and so did the admiration of her peers. Though every once in a while they spurred her by mentioning how famous her up and coming celebrity-singer of a sister was...But they learned that she could make them feel worse about themselves. So they stopped. One night she quietly announced her departure, and perhaps her parents didn't think she was serious. Perhaps they didn't hear her, or it didn't recognize in their minds until she was gone. That night she vanished from the lives of those who had raised her. They didn't matter. She had scholarships, and marketable skills. She would forge her own path. Her academic credentials alone were enough to get her inside. Eventually the name on those scholarships- Andrea Totsky- the little weakling- would be forgotten. She would say she went by Emily. Two years later and no one calls her Andrea. She is Emiliya, a new woman. Socialite, scientist, do-gooder.
As far as the people of Sonina knew, Emiliya was a native. Infact she came from a town not too far from Sonina that was even more backwater than this one. Still she picked up on the traditions of Sonina quickly to ingratiate herself, and the surreal charm of the town has her enraptured. This is a place full of discovery, something brimming just beneath the surface. A small town, yes, perhaps nothing more than a launching point of her upcoming long and bountiful career. But an interesting launching point at that. One that demands to be explored and conquered. An interesting town with an interesting people. The Shadows...fascinating. Emiliya has never been a believer in the supernatural before, but she finds herself more and more convinced by the day. The aura of this town is infectious. Sonina. Her adopted hometown.
Emilia Elembayev does not consider herself a violent person. But she has an odd fascination with the macabre, one that goes beyond what others may consider healthy. Doesn't everyone have urges to inflict pain on others and find out what makes things tick? These urges have remained hidden throughout her life. Emily is used to keeping her truest self locked away from others.
This small, dark core is buried. She has built an identity for herself despite earlier troubles. Emily is a confident, ambitious, intelligent woman that is quick to make an impression on those she meets. Manipulative is one word for her, though she prefers to call herself socially effecient. Besides, manipulative has a negative connotation that Emilia believes is unwarranted. She does not exhibit a dislike for her fellow humans, she finds them fascinating and interesting and wants them to like her. Who doesn't want to be liked? Emilia is protective of her public image and wants to be respected and appreciated.
Emiliya is a confident, self-assured woman, but when her ego or image is threatened she gets angry. Immediately she will try to put the threat down in a cruel verbal takedown. If this fails she will flounder and retreat, but if somehow this is prevented she can become potentially violent. While this anger can come quickly it doesn't subside nearly as fast, and Emiliya holds a vindictive grudge against those who cross her.
Emiliya can also become fixated on certain things to an obsessive degree. Whether it be winning the affections of someone, destroying her enemies, or seeing where a street cat meanders off too. While she is an astute observer of the environment around her, every once in a while particular thing will capture her attention and she will have the desire to fully explore or possess it.
This all being said, most people will never know the extent of Emily's many quirks. Most of the time she is a amiable, assertive, and maybe a little too mean sometimes college student.
【 SKILLS 】
. First Aid, Human Anatomy . Investigation and Perception . Lying and Detecting Lies . Charisma . Creative Fiction
【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
A few weeks ago she was walking to her dorm when something caught her eye. A person was standing perfectly still, holding something behind their back and faciing Emiliya, though she couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not. There was an itch on the back of her neck and immediately Emiliya knew that this curious person would be the focus of her attention for a while. She sat down and pretended to text on her phone while stealthily sneaking peaks at the statue-esque man. He didn't move for five minutes, and no other students were around. Eventually she got up and began to walk over to him only for him to finally begin moving. With stilted strides he turned around. He was still obscuring the thing he was holding, having moved it to his front. That was annoying.
Eventually he turned a corner down an alleyway. After a few seconds Emiliya summoned her courage and the itch drove her forward. Turning the corner to a dead end alleyway, the man had vanished entirely. Only there was evidence to his existence, something that still gives Emiliya wonderous chills to this day. An ornate lockbox...floating five feet in the air, perfectly still. Emiliya cautiously, painfully slowly approached and plucked the thing out of the air. It was gold and obsidian, and she couldn't open it. It weighed practically nothing. With no sign of the stranger she stuffed the thing away in her backpack and hurried home. The lockbox still sits in a drawer in her dormitory. Quite often she returns to it and wonders if she should break it open, but something tells her she shouldn't.
【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Emiliya used to pick on small animals as a child. She enjoyed scaring them or throwing rocks at them or kicking them. It made her feel strong and superior and she liked seeing the different ways they all reacted to something so incomprehensible. The way a squirrel chittered and flailed after getting hit by a rock. The way a hill of ants went into a panicked frenzy as an uncaring goddess squashed them because she could. This all culminated in her capture and killing of a muskrat as she experimented on it. Guilt punctured her fun though, and the eight year old didn't do something like that again.
She never liked her parents. Or maybe they never liked her. From Emiliya's perspective it didn't matter. Growing up in a small town in Russia, she felt trapped. Her mother and father were boring and dull and religious. Her mother was a spineless, cowardly drunk and her father was an angry, thick-headed pig. They stewed in their own failures. Worst of all, they liked her older sister better. Pined over her. She was so talented, funny, confident. Well behaved. She wasn't odd, quiet, and turbulent like Emiliya. Her older sister would save them all. They would live vicariously through her success. That didn't matter. Emiliya played the part until she turned 17. School was her only solace. There her talents were recognized. There she could gain the respect of her teachers and peers. Her older sister was too old to be in her schools so she could exist outside of her shadow. Academic success came easy, and so did the admiration of her peers. Though every once in a while they spurred her by mentioning how famous her up and coming celebrity-singer of a sister was...But they learned that she could make them feel worse about themselves. So they stopped. One night she quietly announced her departure, and perhaps her parents didn't think she was serious. Perhaps they didn't hear her, or it didn't recognize in their minds until she was gone. That night she vanished from the lives of those who had raised her. They didn't matter. She had scholarships, and marketable skills. She would forge her own path. Her academic credentials alone were enough to get her inside. Eventually the name on those scholarships- Andrea Totsky- the little weakling- would be forgotten. She would say she went by Emily. Two years later and no one calls her Andrea. She is Emiliya, a new woman. Socialite, scientist, do-gooder.
As far as the people of Sonina knew, Emiliya was a native. Infact she came from a town not too far from Sonina that was even more backwater than this one. Still she picked up on the traditions of Sonina quickly to ingratiate herself, and the surreal charm of the town has her enraptured. This is a place full of discovery, something brimming just beneath the surface. A small town, yes, perhaps nothing more than a launching point of her upcoming long and bountiful career. But an interesting launching point at that. One that demands to be explored and conquered. An interesting town with an interesting people. The Shadows...fascinating. Emiliya has never been a believer in the supernatural before, but she finds herself more and more convinced by the day. The aura of this town is infectious. Sonina. Her adopted hometown.
Emilia Elembayev does not consider herself a violent person. But she has an odd fascination with the macabre, one that goes beyond what others may consider healthy. Doesn't everyone have urges to inflict pain on others and find out what makes things tick? These urges have remained hidden throughout her life. Emily is used to keeping her truest self locked away from others.
This small, dark core is buried. She has built an identity for herself despite earlier troubles. Emily is a confident, ambitious, intelligent woman that is quick to make an impression on those she meets. Manipulative is one word for her, though she prefers to call herself socially effecient. Besides, manipulative has a negative connotation that Emilia believes is unwarranted. She does not exhibit a dislike for her fellow humans, she finds them fascinating and interesting and wants them to like her. Who doesn't want to be liked? Emilia is protective of her public image and wants to be respected and appreciated.
Emiliya is a confident, self-assured woman, but when her ego or image is threatened she gets angry. Immediately she will try to put the threat down in a cruel verbal takedown. If this fails she will flounder and retreat, but if somehow this is prevented she can become potentially violent. While this anger can come quickly it doesn't subside nearly as fast, and Emiliya holds a vindictive grudge against those who cross her.
Emiliya can also become fixated on certain things to an obsessive degree. Whether it be winning the affections of someone, destroying her enemies, or seeing where a street cat meanders off too. While she is an astute observer of the environment around her, every once in a while particular thing will capture her attention and she will have the desire to fully explore or possess it.
This all being said, most people will never know the extent of Emily's many quirks. Most of the time she is a amiable, assertive, and maybe a little too mean sometimes college student.
【 SKILLS 】
. First Aid, Human Anatomy . Investigation and Perception . Lying and Detecting Lies . Charisma . Creative Fiction
【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
A few weeks ago she was walking to her dorm when something caught her eye. A person was standing perfectly still, holding something behind their back and faciing Emiliya, though she couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not. There was an itch on the back of her neck and immediately Emiliya knew that this curious person would be the focus of her attention for a while. She sat down and pretended to text on her phone while stealthily sneaking peaks at the statue-esque man. He didn't move for five minutes, and no other students were around. Eventually she got up and began to walk over to him only for him to finally begin moving. With stilted strides he turned around. He was still obscuring the thing he was holding, having moved it to his front. That was annoying.
Eventually he turned a corner down an alleyway. After a few seconds Emiliya summoned her courage and the itch drove her forward. Turning the corner to a dead end alleyway, the man had vanished entirely. Only there was evidence to his existence, something that still gives Emiliya wonderous chills to this day. An ornate lockbox...floating five feet in the air, perfectly still. Emiliya cautiously, painfully slowly approached and plucked the thing out of the air. It was gold and obsidian, and she couldn't open it. It weighed practically nothing. With no sign of the stranger she stuffed the thing away in her backpack and hurried home. The lockbox still sits in a drawer in her dormitory. Quite often she returns to it and wonders if she should break it open, but something tells her she shouldn't.
【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Emiliya used to pick on small animals as a child. She enjoyed scaring them or throwing rocks at them or kicking them. It made her feel strong and superior and she liked seeing the different ways they all reacted to something so incomprehensible. The way a squirrel chittered and flailed after getting hit by a rock. The way a hill of ants went into a panicked frenzy as an uncaring goddess squashed them because she could. This all culminated in her capture and killing of a muskrat as she experimented on it. Guilt punctured her fun though, and the eight year old didn't do something like that again.
She never liked her parents. Or maybe they never liked her. From Emiliya's perspective it didn't matter. Growing up in a small town in Russia, she felt trapped. Her mother and father were boring and dull and religious. Her mother was a spineless, cowardly drunk and her father was an angry, thick-headed pig. They stewed in their own failures. Worst of all, they liked her older sister better. Pined over her. She was so talented, funny, confident. Well behaved. She wasn't odd, quiet, and turbulent like Emiliya. Her older sister would save them all. They would live vicariously through her success. That didn't matter. Emiliya played the part until she turned 17. School was her only solace. There her talents were recognized. There she could gain the respect of her teachers and peers. Her older sister was too old to be in her schools so she could exist outside of her shadow. Academic success came easy, and so did the admiration of her peers. Though every once in a while they spurred her by mentioning how famous her up and coming celebrity-singer of a sister was...But they learned that she could make them feel worse about themselves. So they stopped. One night she quietly announced her departure, and perhaps her parents didn't think she was serious. Perhaps they didn't hear her, or it didn't recognize in their minds until she was gone. That night she vanished from the lives of those who had raised her. They didn't matter. She had scholarships, and marketable skills. She would forge her own path. Her academic credentials alone were enough to get her inside. Eventually the name on those scholarships- Andrea Totsky- the little weakling- would be forgotten. She would say she went by Emily. Two years later and no one calls her Andrea. She is Emiliya, a new woman. Socialite, scientist, do-gooder.
As far as the people of Sonina knew, Emiliya was a native. Infact she came from a town not too far from Sonina that was even more backwater than this one. Still she picked up on the traditions of Sonina quickly to ingratiate herself, and the surreal charm of the town has her enraptured. This is a place full of discovery, something brimming just beneath the surface. A small town, yes, perhaps nothing more than a launching point of her upcoming long and bountiful career. But an interesting launching point at that. One that demands to be explored and conquered. An interesting town with an interesting people. The Shadows...fascinating. Emiliya has never been a believer in the supernatural before, but she finds herself more and more convinced by the day. The aura of this town is infectious. Sonina. Her adopted hometown.
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