[SP:F4: Complete] Arc II: The Death of Love Series || Story 1

[Opal 0]

The arid heat had caught the woman off guard as she was birthed from the system into the city of Armadillo. She had raised a hand to the sky to block that sun from piercing the veil of darkness that was in front of her eyes. She grumbled lowly and took shelter and a local bar. The weapon was nowhere in sight and she had no desire to reveal the Masamune to the locals. Sitting in a bar stool, she lit up another citrus flavored cig and raised her hand for a cold beer. Offered a clean glass with a dark liquid contents, she brought it up to her lips and swallowed heavily of the contents. She cared little for the taste, but perhaps the alcohol and cigarette would curve the edge she was jonesing for taking one of those mind altering potions she wanted to down. Staring straight at or at the bat table, she took no notice of the people around her. She had no desire to talk with them, not that she found them unworthy of her attention...just the fact she resembled more of a lone wolf these days bothered her greatly. It was nothing that could be banished from mind as she took a longing drag from her cig as the citrus flavor coated her smokey mouth before expelling the contents in a steady stream into the air. 

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Mats: +20 Mats, +3000 Col
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