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The Magician ignored Louise's comments, "I came with an offer, a request," his eyes flickered brighter behind the mask.
--- Dr Larrkon looked at Draven for several moments, "It's your choice, like I said you ignore what's happening to you and leave or you can accept it. To be truthful, it won't be easy. But we have to back each other up." ![]() |
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The Magician leant back, "how would you like to control a city, choose who lives and who dies, choose who suceeds and who ends up in the gutters," he paused. "That kind of an offer."
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Louise's eyes gleamed. She thought that she could finally get revenge on a society that had slighted her, and that ignored her in favour of others.
"I'd love it," Louise replied, her eyes full of malice. "I don't see why everyone else should choose who deserves to rise to the top and who deserves to fall. I don't deserve to have nothing. I should be able to take what I want from the undeserving." ![]() |