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The last few of Machinists.
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The last few of Machinists.
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𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤.
𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗼𝗰
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤.
𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗼𝗰
"What're these creatures?"
Shielding herself in a heat barrier.
"Her ability is pretty unique."
Retracting his wings.
"How strong is she?"
"What're these creatures?"
He's got the endurance, durability, and striking power to make it work in his favor.
He's got the endurance, durability, and striking power to make it work in his favor.
Retracting his wings.
"How strong is she?"
"There's an ally here; she must be hurt."
"What's wrong here?"
Retracting his wings.
"How strong is she?"
"What's wrong here?"
She says.
"He's a friend. He's just sick."
Sticking his fingers out and charging them with electricity.
"What's wrong here?"
Sticking his fingers out and charging them with electricity.
When the giant purple dragon emerges from the treeline, she braces rather than attacking.
Ezra doesn’t say anything, assuming she feels what he's feeling.
Sticking his fingers out and charging them with electricity.
Ezra doesn’t say anything, assuming she feels what he's feeling.
She signals to it, then continues forward.
Clueless.
Ezra doesn’t say anything, assuming she feels what he's feeling.
Clueless.
"This way."
Going to the Low Road
Ezra switches on his mental link, but it doesn't reach outside of Avalon.
Clueless.
Ezra switches on his mental link, but it doesn't reach outside of Avalon.
They slash, whip, and shoot projectiles at him.
Ezra blows them away with blasts of energy, splitting himself into many parts to get as many as he can.
Ezra switches on his mental link, but it doesn't reach outside of Avalon.
Ezra blows them away with blasts of energy, splitting himself into many parts to get as many as he can.
They disorient mental signals, smell foul, and emit an absolutely terrible sound.
Ezra turns, reshaping his body and flying towards the closest sign of distress.
Ezra blows them away with blasts of energy, splitting himself into many parts to get as many as he can.
》I’LL SCREAM.
》AND WHEN I’M DONE, I’LL BARE MY TEETH.
》YOUR RULES WILL NOT KEEP ME DOWN,
》FOR TO TRULY SMILE, YOU MUST FIRST MASTER THE FROWN.
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
》IT’S A FICKLE THING,
BUT I’LL DRAW MY OWN DAMN LINES AND SIT HUMBLY BETWEEN.
》I’LL SCREAM.
》AND WHEN I’M DONE, I’LL BARE MY TEETH.
》YOUR RULES WILL NOT KEEP ME DOWN,
》FOR TO TRULY SMILE, YOU MUST FIRST MASTER THE FROWN.
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
》IT’S A FICKLE THING,
BUT I’LL DRAW MY OWN DAMN LINES AND SIT HUMBLY BETWEEN.
. . .
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢ß𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡."
. . .
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢ß𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡."
Ezra turns, reshaping his body and flying towards the closest sign of distress.
"I thought you could handle it, I'm sorry."
Ezra recomposes, though.
"That's cool, though."
Ezra turns, reshaping his body and flying towards the closest sign of distress.
Ezra recomposes, though.
"That's cool, though."
Setting him down.
"...fuck..."
Ezra recomposes, though.
"That's cool, though."
No matter who you are, how you identify, you are valid and loved.
No matter who you are, how you identify, you are valid and loved.