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Well, actually... 😏
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It will actually be explained, but later. He doesn't like practicing at home -- he finds it too distracting. He does it, but not too often. Just one of his quirks. It's not a spoiler, so I don't feel bad 😀
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- IV - “What is that?” Leon asked suddenly, and Stratos jerked, his fingers messing up a chord that was almost complete. He looked up. Leon leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his expression solemn. It has been almost three weeks since that one Sunday night. Neither one of them mentioned it the next day; Leon acted as if nothing happened when Stratos walked into the empty grand hall on Monday morning. He looked calm and serene while he was preparing the shiny, b
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- III - To his own surprise, Stratos felt just fine when he woke up in the morning. He was positive that he would have one hell of a headache and nausea, but there was nothing. “I guess good wine doesn’t give you a hangover...” he muttered and glanced at the clock. 11:30. He sighed and got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom, craving a hot shower, and hating his wrinkled, slightly damp clothes. “But it doesn’t stop you from sweating like a pig...” he muttered, pulling off his s
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- II - “So...” he heard behind his shoulder and turned his head. It has been a couple of hours since he arrived to his sister’s huge house, which seemed to be the perfect size this particular night – the party turned out to be much bigger than he expected. To his surprise, he caught himself actually enjoying this gathering – usually, he didn’t care about so many people in one place at once unless he was on stage, but right now felt great and he accepted that as another gift.
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- I - “Promise me that you are going to spend the rest of today doing all the things that you usually don’t have the time for...! No practicing!” “I don’t know... I mean...” “No, no, no! Promise me!” “Loreya...” “One evening is not going to change anything and you know it! Your concert is not until three weeks from now, and you are in the best shape of your life... You will be brilliant...! Ah! Don’t you dare saying ‘I don’t know’ again!” A brown-eyed brunette with red
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Stratos Gregorio is a musician -- a classical pianist. On his thirtieth birthday he receives a strange, perfect present from his older sister...
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- XV - “...and for the first time around, his plan blew to pieces, since the entire world knew of Julian’s death,” Nex said fifteen minutes or so later, her expression darker than usual. She glanced at the woman in the middle of the floor, who was still frozen in one single moment of pain. “There was no way he would be able to become him anymore, it would be suicidal. Even someone like you...” She looked at the eerily silent blond. “...wouldn’t be able to come back from the dead.”
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She sensed Doriel and went after him. “Where in the bloody hell are you? Did you get your damn Air?” “No,” she said, and he became furiously-speechless. “I got distracted. I sensed him and took off. I didn’t get a chance to warn you.”
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- XIV - When he got to the house finally, the first person he saw was Gabriel. “Enjoyed your walk?” he asked when he saw Desmond walk through the door. “Immensely,” Desmond muttered, glancing around. “Where is everybody?” “Around,” Gabriel shrugged. “Tension keeps growing; I guess Julian told her that he is not dumping Raven. You should’ve seen the way she looked at him,” he hemmed. “If looks could kill...” “Rayhe, there is something...” Desmond started saying quic
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That actually would be interesting, but Doriel is a lot older than Julian.
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He's had multiple magic streams flowing around him for days now. What might that do to someone? Awake a new hidden ability? Or maybe it was just a joke... You know, glowing... right after sex... *looks away, embarrassed*
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He died on Saturday afternoon. And yes, Vivienne got out Friday the week before that.
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- XIII - Next morning, Desmond felt like he could fall asleep while standing up. Rayhe’s ‘lesson’ last night (a few of them, to be precise) indeed expanded his horizons and definitely advanced his ability – he couldn’t remember the last time he would concentrate so hard on not losing all control. As a result, those ‘lessons’ drained him so much that he felt like he could literally fall asleep while standing up. He slowly drank his coffee and absent-mindedly ate his mushroom ome
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'Cause there is that thing, you know? And then there is another thing, so it would be, like, several things... It's complicated 😐
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- XII - All four of them stared at the tall woman by the door with identically huge eyes. Suddenly, Salamander blinked and his right hand flew up, fingers glowing very dangerous crimson. “You have three seconds to tell me who or what you are,” he said evenly without looking away from her scared and confused expression. “One...” “Julian, what are you doing...?” she muttered, staring at his hand. “Two...” “It’s me, I swear it’s me...! I know what it
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- XI - He had to admit – he liked this. He ran at least three red lights, and ‘speed limit’ appeared to be something that didn’t even exist in his mind (or vocabulary) right now. He saw several militia cruisers coming to an angry, light-flashing life, but it seemed that as soon as the trooper would run the license plate number through the scanner, they would realize that the car belonged to Salamander, and all the lights would immediately die off without as much as a hint of hesitati
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I wish I knew 🤔 Damn Hunters...!
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- X - “Stratum Five...” Desmond said very thoughtfully some time later. “Holy hell...” He shook his head and glanced at Raven who looked eerily calm. “Who is it?” he looked at Nex again. “What’s the name? What can they do?” “The name is Doriel,” Nex nodded. “As for abilities...” She frowned for a few seconds, as if considering something. “Never heard that name before,” Gabriel said thoughtfully. “Is it a ‘he’ or a ‘she’?” “It’s a ‘he,’ ” Nex nodded again. “The reason y
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Exactly. She is really trying to "...be able to clean up that mess the second time around...”
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It is significant for him -- he'd already gotten killed as the result of that. Reagan's interested in him knowing all the information there is so far, so she sent Nex to his place.
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- IX - “Want to play cards?” Desmond asked half an hour later when they were sitting in the huge living room, their expressions almost identically tight. Nex looked at him and smiled darkly. “Playing cards with a mind-reader?” she asked in a low voice. “No, thank you.” “How did you know he was a mind-reader?” Gabriel asked her with a small frown. “I sense others’ abilities,” she answered seriously. “Can always tell who possesses what.” Desmond crossed his leg
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