You light your daggers up with Electro energy and you give them an experimental flip in your hands. The boy in front of you was your soulmate and a Fatui no less. Boy did the universe know how to pick ‘em.
You gaze out of the window of the stretch limo as the scenery of the suburbs continues to pass you by signally the ever-nearing closeness of the city. You shake your head in disbelief. Who knew I’d be in this situation just because I refused to give up my perfectly comfy spot at a table in a park no less. You think. And this event only happened just a single day ago.
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“Ugh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” You groan as you stare down at your newest assignment: Head to Liyue and tell the Harbinger that already cause a god-sized amount of trouble, to lay off of one of the vendors that just came in from Mondstadt. It was a lot more linguistically complicated than that, but in layman’s terms, it was going to be a long week.
Mysterious. That was probably the first word that came to your mind when you think about the dashing man that just dropped you off on your balcony. To think, the previous events were enough that you had butterflies in your stomach.
“You want to WHAT?! Are you crazy?” Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji yell at you at the same time…
If someone were to tell you that the outcome for the upcoming food wars would decide the very fate of the food world itself, you’d expect the atmosphere of this train ride to be riddled with tension. But, considering the students and chefs on said train, that was not the case.
“YOU’RE A GIRL?!” Both Luffy and Ussop all but yell in your face.
Man, I don’t think I’ve actually been this nervous before. Not even before a Beef at S., You think to yourself as you stand outside of the little bistro that you and Hiromi agreed to meet at. You smile as you look around at the scenery before you. The bistro sat in front of a cute little park where there were trees galore and some kids still playing on the playground. And the place was situated in the quiet part of downtown so there wasn’t much traffic going on letting you enjoy the sounds around you. From birds chirping to casual conversations of random passers-by.
You grit your teeth and glower up at the smirking face of S’s renowned anti-hero Shadow. “Oh, I’m sure all right. And when I win—and I will win, you apologize to Reki-kun for not only humiliating him but destroying his skateboard that he worked so hard on.” You took your sleek oak wood skateboard that was littered with stickers of your favorite animes and bands on it out from underneath your arm and place it on the ground in front of you.
You clench and unclench your fists as you stride through the striking black, white, and red marbled halls of House of De’Vil. Yup you, an aspiring costume designer had a job at the biggest fashion designer company in London. In all of England really. But that came at the price of working for the most agitating, bullheaded, indescribably egotistical, diva-like man in the entire universe. The one and only Cruello De-Vil.
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The Spikemuth village could be described as many things. Sadly, lush and green was not one of those things. With its run down and dilapidated stone hovels, to its beaten up road ways. It was definitely a rather “Unique” town to say the least
“Closer, closer. Just a few more steps.” You murmur out as you crouch further into your hiding spot within the foliage of the forest just outside of the green and lush clearing you were staking out. It wasn’t for the beautiful and serene scenery you were here for though. It was for the dragon that was lumbering around in it. You were so very close to capturing it.
The Rebel Fae 