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原先發佈於：The New Dojo
1/31/2018 12:41:27 AM
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Traci shrugged and sighed, walking towards her.
"I have no f*cking idea, but I just want a couple of hugs, a nice warm fire, a blanket, and a cup of hot chocolate."
English
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[i]The tent was occupied, by a lone Freya.[/i] [i]Freya had changed, a little. Her previously short hair had grown out a little, tied into a messy ponytail. She seemed tired, and.. bound, to a wheelchair. She was reading a book quietly - "The Art of War".[/i]
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"...you're back." [i]Those two words started off Freya's reaction, only accompanied by a sniffle and a few tears leaving her eyes. Her fingers would clasp Traci's, stroking her hands quietly as the cripple cried silently.[/i]
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"No. Not really." [i]Freya sighed, groaning to herself as she clenched her hands tightly, balling into firm fists.[/i] "I can't stop her, and I don't want you to try to stop her. I'm a cripple, and if.. if something happened to you.." [i]She sighed again, grabbing Traci's hand.[/i]
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[i]Isabella had now taken to a more lonesome plain, while Ragnarok had been suited more.. comfortably. Where the spike had been, medics and clerics had begun to work upon the wound, with the beast lying upon the earth. Isabella only seemed to be watching silently.[/i]
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"Just wondering about it." [i]Isabella remarked then.[/i] "No matter. If she wishes to join me in leader, then she may. But the progress that we have made in these months.. it was brought upon by me. Freya's restoration of Dojoville was a success, but my control over it shall be remembered for years to come."
