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Verily, it is I! Don Quixote!
I hast traversed these lands far and wide to find the Helm of Mambrino, but I havest ran out of money.
Could you sendeth 100 million Ahn to aid me in my journey to thine abode?
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It was a silly ad that he had come up with. But his squire, as faithful as ever decided to post it up in the ruins for him.
“Why are you feeding into his delusions?” A fool asked. A response wasn’t needed for such a lowly being.
Doesn’t it already know?
It didn’t matter. Its plan was already clear from the moment one saw it.
With red eyes, the fool was vivisected into tiny pieces for the crime of slander. Or that’s what someone would’ve done.
Yet hurting one’s own Family wasn’t too advisable.
The boa clung to the neck as the squire walked away.
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The knight watched as the squire trembled at the sight of the unyielding Mirae-Mirae River.
There was no need to suffer. No tears to be shed. No smile that needed to be maintained here in this cave. That shouldn’t be her fate
Perhaps they dueled. It wasn’t as if anyone could say anymore. (Or was there?)
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That voice acted familiar. Don Quixote did not know of the reason.
She had woken with naught but a thought in her head. (It was…)
However, close in proximity to her body, she had discovered a few magazines covering these “Fixers”.
They didst entertain her greatly while she waited for more to be passed to her by a figure in a blue cloak. She didst not know the reason. However, she knew this figure to be a compatriot of hers.
Nevertheless, after all these years, that figure has always remained to her as the “Knight of the White Moon”. A friend long gained through battle and other mischief.
That friend always seemed to be searching for something.
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A Red Gaze focused his view onto the supposed Blood Fiend that was unlike many others that he had encountered. However, her eyes….
Sparkled as she asked him many questions after the promise had been made. None of which he had recalled and left unanswered. And no signature was to be gained from him.
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Don Quixote had a strange thirst about her. She never minded anything that fell into her diet whether that be abnormality or abominations of culinary arts.
<Ticking sound> It is as if she didn’t eat the same things that the other sinners did.
To be honest, it wasn’t even that odd as many people in the City apparently can adjust their bodies to avoid eating at all.
And some sinners even had identities with less than savory meals…
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Sinner #3, also known as Don Quixote, accompanied Sinner #2 and the Manager into the freight compartment on the W-Corp Train. The enemy was obliterated after this moment. To his knowledge, the Manager possesses no such ability, so that leaves only #2 and #3 as the only likely culprits.
This whole investigation was not that important to him anyways. #3’s eyes…
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When Moses first found out about another Blood Fiend, she wasn’t surprised, but something that had shocked her was that the Blood Fiend was a Second Kindred, indicating the highest blood level she’s ever seen.
Her eyes were unlike any she’s seen before as the Distortion Detective, as Ezra liked to say.
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He welcomed her back. His ever-loyal squire was here again. But her eyes…
No longer sparkled as they once did.