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If I recalled correctly, temperature did something funny to everything under its influence. Whether by shrinking a road till it cracked whenever it was cold or by melting asphalt whenever it was hot, it's all dependent on just how much energy was being poured into one specific object. After all, heat was energy too, which meant that in a funny way, coldness was the absence of energy in a single object. Kind of weird to think about really, but I suppose it also rang true for abstract concepts like anger and mental momentum."You'll thank me later for this, Master. I'll be here when you need me."Ica's voice echoed behind my head as I came to, my head pounding as the sensation of being carried slowly became clearer with each passing second. The constant bobbing up and down was doing nothing to favor the growing nausea in my stomach as I began retching. Unfortunately, even that p
Fuck it. Adapt and improvise. We're doing this the stupid way now. "Duck left." "What?~" *CLANG!* Arya's rapier collided with the knife that was aiming at our left side. Too bad she didn't heed my warning fast enough for it to matter. *THUD!* "Khh!" The sound of a foot hitting solid muscle clapped out as Arya and I flew a decent margin away from the Prime. The former Prime coughed as she regained her composure, her breath sounding uncharacteristically ragged as she stared at our enemy. "You hit me..." I heard her whisper. "You actually hit me~" I blinked at her dangerously menacing tone. I was honestly te
Right. No time for ruminating about my own simmering anger at every little thing in the world right now. Think about this situation properly.We're being chased by a literal walking embodiment of entropy. It's a bit of a hyperbolic description, but it works either when considering that each step Kelvin took sapped all life in her immediate vicinity. I'm guessing that the main lobby's frozen solid, and my weapons along with it. With Arya's power effectively useless, it falls to me to try and force our way out of this mess.But that's after we get Anne and Isaac back with us.*CCCRRRACCKLKLLEE!!*The crackling sound of creeping frost sent chills down my spine as the air around us dropped another degree in Celsius. Probably. Skin wasn't an effective gauge of accurate temperature measurement. Some of my open wounds had alre
"Okay, work with me here...."Ignoring the suspiciously blood-like vignetting in my vision, I raised Kelvin's dress to have better access to her body. I didn't know what I expected, but the slight shock I felt as I saw toned abs on a girl that's probably no older than thirteen was not one of them."L-Lady-""Stop talking."Forcing the blush of embarrassment out of my face, my eyes zeroed in on the main task at hand. The stab wound was approximately about the same diameter as a thick pentel pen. It was bleeding profusely, and I'm pretty sure that this was an end-to-end stab wound that had an exit wound somewhere on her back.Peachy...With a deep breath, I slid my hand under her back to feel for the exit wound. Not that it'll make a difference, but knowing where i
Social media poisoned the well when it came to the natural urge to compare oneself to others. Being a doctor, my peers were naturally talented, especially when compared to poor old me. Fuck. I think I was probably the only one that didn't even bother with a specialty and just went straight to work as a general practitioner. I didn't have the time and patience for another couple of years of study, and I wanted out of my parents' house as soon as possible. I was good enough to be a floater, but I didn't know much in terms of the hyper-specialized stuff.And now it's biting me in the ass so hard that a part of me kind of wanted to just disappear."U-urgh... AHK!"Before me, Kelvin was writhing in pain from something that I can't see. I didn't know how or why it could even happen seeing as I've sealed up her wounds as best as I can manage, and there wa
Loss is something that I was supposed to be deeply intimate with. The loss of innocence. The loss of dreams. I think I've lost a lot of things that make life look better for most people. Happiness was probably one of them? But it's probably more on the fact that I've gained a deeper understanding of how the world really worked that forced me to shed my naive belief that I can do anything if I really wanted to. There were just some things that's impossible to do with a single lifetime depending on the circumstances of one's birth. I didn't become a millionaire, I never managed to get laid, and I certainly didn't think I'd ever live a quiet life with no worries. Meanwhile, my more fortunate peers all look like they have their life sorted out for them already.Direction... Purpose... An actual goal to strive for...I had none of these things.And thus
The stillness of my room made for an adequate backdrop as I began to get my bearings back in order. Beyond my aching head and the nagging feeling of guilt and emptiness, I felt relatively decent. Not unlike myself back in the old world. Still, the sense of unease and the tension that surrounded the room was suffocating. And that's with only myself occupying the damn place."Huh..."I sighed, placing a hand on my throat as I massaged it. Talking was painful, and I'm pretty sure that I'll be doing a lot of talking as soon as Livia comes back with my protege. Whatever Lace did to me was solid. Probably better than I'll ever do if she was put in the same situation. Oh... There's that guilt again.*knock knock*The rapping of knuckles on the wooden door alerted me of someone's presence. It's probably the two women on the oth
Descartes can only describe the sight she just saw as horrifying.The maid knew that Madame Crimson was a bit touched in the head. Brilliance can sometimes be a detriment to a person's sanity, after all. And it was only a matter of time before said brilliance would run amok and ruin a person's mind permanently. She'd heard stories of it already happening with her Madame from the others, but she never expected a breakdown to be this... visceral..."Leave us."Descartes blinked as Madame Olivia finally spoke. The elder sister was crying deep into the taller woman's shoulders, the gut-wrenching sound of guilt and regret palpable even as the cries of the broken woman echoed louder than the APC's engine.No words were needed. With a curt nod, the small crowd that gathered dispersed out of the wooden door. Madame Lace was the