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In Your Dreams
Joined January 2023
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Sitting on the front steps of Red Wyndham, leaned back against the nearby column.
A taxi was driving by with one of those LED signs on top showing an advertisement for #FMF. Her eyes caught the sign, but annoyance was all that followed.
“What’s the point.”
Not exactly what she meant, but…
“………”
Quietly watches the girl faceplant directly at her feet. No, she did not try to catch her either.
Looking around at all of the Red Wyndham members, Sierra would becoming increasingly suspicious of the guild.
With her ability to sense auras, she could tell there was an overwhelming amount of... interesting people within.
“Ugh!” She growled with frustration. She couldn’t hurt herself with her own magic, so the next best thing was…
Taking her head between her hands, Sierra closed her eyes, bracing herself, and—
SNAP
@TheGhostMage
“…Huh?”
Her head spun all the way back around in a looney toon fashion, snapping back into place without injury. Panic set in harder now, as Sierra looked down at her trembling hands once more with a mix of emotions threatening to explode from within. “W-What…”
She looked up to see Sidney awake once more, but this time back to normal. Panic crossed her expression for a fleeting moment as she flexed her hands in disbelief.
“Quick. Stab me in the chest. Hurry!”
Her eyes fluttered open in a daze, vision blurry with exhaustion. She groaned quietly and pushed up with shaky arms to sitting.
But something felt off.
She looked around slowly, then glanced down at herself. Her eyes quickly widening at the lack of transparency to her body.
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He was seen holding Sidney by the collar. Previously, he was shaking him, trying to get inside like Lance did, but with Lance and Sierra now back, Natsu just stood there dumbfounded.
“Did I miss it?”
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Her bad luck strikes again, because the demon she’s staring at is indeed playing a game with her. If she was to blink first, it would declare itself the winner and drag Sarah into a personal hell.
{The Imp}
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Sarah has engaged in a staring contest with whatever the hell this thing is.
"You will flinch first..........."
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yellow eyes glowed brightly in a haunting manner.
“I’m home.” He repeated, showing his daggers for teeth. The longer he sat there, the more he would slowly lose human shape.
Welcome Red Wyndham.
To the Astral Planes.
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Due to the way the guild is suddenly shaking, the soup she was having for lunch has spilled onto her lap.
It was hot soup.
A fleeting vision of all black passed by @TheGhostMage’s peripherals inside Red Wyndham.
Sierra watched as Lance took his leave and made his way back to his body as a somber air surrounded her.
She sighed softly and turned away, the world flipping back to the living plane as she donned her black hair and eyes yet again.
“I would rather die a thousand times than—
Sierra stood beside the obsidian meteor in Magnolia. Debris from the crushed house was flung everywhere around it, but most important of all were the arms and legs of @SeasBounty that stuck out from underneath.
A woeful expression laid upon the spector’s face as she reached—
@SeasBounty —down and touched Lance’s hand, quite literally pulling his soul from his body.
“Wake up.”