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Reign Extra: The LotteryWhite slid her hand to her gun and her ear to the wall. The jaded mural of the ancient Unovan King's fall flaked against her cheek, his expression worn as she crouched against him. Bishops, Knights, Ladies, and Peasants stood frozen in time around her, entombed in by the low ceilings and limestone bedding. Two trumpeted messengers proudly guarded the archway in front of her, oblivious to the small hums behind their backs. The sound was low and soothing, accompanied by the occasional caw from her guard Pokémon behind the driftwood door. She narrowed her eyes at the thin line of candle light spilling into the dark hall and brought her weapon before her.
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The only people who knew about this section of the ruins were elsewhere: Caitlin busy chewing out Alder, and Grimsley had the musical talent of a screeching Whismur. It was just she, the paintings, and the humming intruder. She quietly pulled back the safety and winced at the click. The sounds inside the room stopped, followed by t
The Journals of Eleanor Wigget: Entry 5That’s the last time I ever let B’Elanna sleep in the same bed as me. I wheezed myself awake about an hour after I fell asleep, complete with itchy, swollen eyes and a rash on my neck and cheek. Never again.
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Other than that, I slept okay. Okay being the operative word. Nothing else woke me up, but I did have some nightmare-ish dreams – mostly flashes of that stupid gun and stupid fucking Silver wielding the gun and then Proton, lord of Stupid, showing up in Queen of Hearts dresses and sentencing me to a decapitation. In other words, really fucking weird dreams that tried to be nightmares and sometimes succeeded.
Seriously, what’s the point of dreams? If they’re supposed to be little movies that play in your head to entertain you while you sleep, they fail at it. My dreams have plotholes, bad characters, and horrible storylines. And why the hell was Silver in them anyway? Trespassing in my dreams like that.
Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyway. The poin