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CrimsonMaiden
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Sable looked up when the imp flew overhead. She tilted her umbrella further back to see it. "Ah... It seems someone was delayed." Another full demon, thank goodness. It would have been fairly difficult for a half demon to tame an imp to the extent that it could carry messages and return. It's not that I have anything against the half-demons, but having more full bloods make me much more comfortable when it comes time to make our move. She looked over at the school building where the imp rested. The sudden appearance of an inhuman aura caught her attention. She looked to the girl sitting at a bench. Ahh~ So here's our little guardian...
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Amie watched her leave until it occurred to her that she would not remember her tomorrow. She raced after the other girl. It didn't feel right just letting her go like that. Sure Amie had written a physical description but what if it wasn't enough? She did stop herself before she called out to her. There had to be a way... She would remember her tomorrow. Maybe. Maybe she would "sense" her or something like that. Amie shook her head. She obviously read too many books when she was younger. "Hey, wait, Ariez!" She caught up to her and asked for her phone number. "It looks weird, I know, but I feel like we can't split up without at least exchanging someway to communicate." She took out her little notebook again to write down the number.
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Amie watched her leave until it occurred to her that she would not remember her tomorrow. She raced after the other girl. It didn't feel right just letting her go like that. Sure Amie had written a physical description but what if it wasn't enough? She did stop herself before she called out to her. There had to be a way... She would remember her tomorrow. Maybe. Maybe she would "sense" her or something like that. Amie shook her head. She obviously read too many books when she was younger. "Hey, wait, Ariez!" She caught up to her and asked for her phone number. "It looks weird, I know, but I feel like we can't split up without at least exchanging someway to communicate." She took out her little notebook again to write down the number.