How far would you go to NEVER fail again?
This question will push Noche L. Grim to the test as she attempts to join the Cross Military. With their resources she intends to find DeathTech and recover her memories.
However, when she lives on a conti...
The cloak drifted to the ground as Timmy's opponent stood up. Underneath was a girl of about seventeen with vivid blonde hair that curled up at its ends, golden eyes, and light sandy skin. Her body was thin, extremely so, as if she had been coma for a long time. She wore a black jacket with white flowing sleeves cut at the elbow. On her shoulders, the jacket's bottom, and outlining her pockets was thick yellow trimming.
A giant metal zig zag zipper pattern held the jacket shut with what appeared to be magnets. At the top of her jacket was a gray hoodie, it resided next to a black choker she wore that had a silver anchor on it. She wore baggy jeans and had two thick yellow bands around the knee of each leg. The back of her jacket, under the hoodie's hood, was a big golden anchor symbol.
On her hair were two solid black hair clips holding it out of the right side of her face. On the left and right side of her face were two little strands of hair that would go below her chin and end in what appeared similarly to a fish hook. Her hair itself was short, also ending below the chin, and it was divided into wave like pattern divided into five points.
"Are you ok?" Dreg asked, "Noche?"
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"Yeah... I'm ok Dreg." Noche said.
Noche turned away, cold welled up in her chest as eyes lingered on the damaged cloak. Its quality was unparalleled; passion radiated from it with love placed into every stitch. No finer a garment existed and buying one would have costed the same as rent. Yet Cherries gave it to her, NO forced it on her despite her protests, for free.
Picking it up, she sighed. The guilt was horrendous.
"I hope Cherries doesn't find out about this..." Noche thought.
Dreg approach with the boxed-up Timmy in hand.
"I o'ly wanted to repay the ol man's kindness..." Timmy muttered.
"Then you should've become a doctor." Dreg said.
"Wot'll happen to me now?"
"... Its very likely you'll be going to the Cross asylum. Life sentence."
Noche folded up her cloak as she overheard this.
"Can't he live in MoveCity with all the other Create Users?" She said, "Isn't a life sentence a bit too much Dreg?"
"... Yes."
Noche had to blink before her eyes widened. She didn't expect such a somber tone from Dreg.
"But its not up to me." Dreg said, "From what I know of the United Government, with that bomb going off on TV, it will be life."
"Yeah, but no one was harmed." Noche said, "Only pills stolen and some property destroyed."
