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-Neopolitan Epilogue-
"Purpose"
Even if anybody tried, it appeared that Neo had left as soon as the trial was over. For what reason? No one could really tell, as she was a plain mystery to everyone around her. A smile on her face, she sat upon the rooftops of Beacon Academy, looking up at the night sky and the airborne arena for the Vytal Festival. It would be that big day soon... the singles round rolling in. She didn't forget her purpose here... not at all.
But she had the night to herself beforehand, so why not use that time to enjoy herself before the big show? Pulling out her Scroll, she skimmed through the rather short list of contacts she had, under an alias, of course. Though, one name caught her eye...
Alisa.
When was the last time she spent time with a fair friend from the camp incident? A month or so? Neo didn't keep track of time that well, but she figured that for this time of night, she could call her up. Maybe go out and play some guitar, snack on some ice cream, actually have an A-okay conversation. However, before she could send a message over to Alias through her Scroll, a pop-up message somehow got to her Scroll... Weird, she figured that it was someone sending something to the wrong dial code or something... But being curious as she was, she pulled up the message anyways since she did like snooping up on people's business.
Recruitment?
The Institute?
Neo found the message rather interesting nonetheless, but of course, she already had her hands full with her tasks and role with the White Fang and the plans of Cinder Fall. Not caring if the sender truly sent this to her or not, she promptly deleted that message, and went on with sending that offer to hang out to Alisa as if she didn't read it all.
A small giggle came from the ice-cream themed girl before she disappeared in a small flash of light, and most would assume that it was some faulty light up on the rooftops of the academy. If only they knew...
-End-
"Purpose"
Even if anybody tried, it appeared that Neo had left as soon as the trial was over. For what reason? No one could really tell, as she was a plain mystery to everyone around her. A smile on her face, she sat upon the rooftops of Beacon Academy, looking up at the night sky and the airborne arena for the Vytal Festival. It would be that big day soon... the singles round rolling in. She didn't forget her purpose here... not at all.
But she had the night to herself beforehand, so why not use that time to enjoy herself before the big show? Pulling out her Scroll, she skimmed through the rather short list of contacts she had, under an alias, of course. Though, one name caught her eye...
Alisa.
When was the last time she spent time with a fair friend from the camp incident? A month or so? Neo didn't keep track of time that well, but she figured that for this time of night, she could call her up. Maybe go out and play some guitar, snack on some ice cream, actually have an A-okay conversation. However, before she could send a message over to Alias through her Scroll, a pop-up message somehow got to her Scroll... Weird, she figured that it was someone sending something to the wrong dial code or something... But being curious as she was, she pulled up the message anyways since she did like snooping up on people's business.
Recruitment?
The Institute?
Neo found the message rather interesting nonetheless, but of course, she already had her hands full with her tasks and role with the White Fang and the plans of Cinder Fall. Not caring if the sender truly sent this to her or not, she promptly deleted that message, and went on with sending that offer to hang out to Alisa as if she didn't read it all.
A small giggle came from the ice-cream themed girl before she disappeared in a small flash of light, and most would assume that it was some faulty light up on the rooftops of the academy. If only they knew...
-End-