2013-07-17 17:21
hit_girl_mindy
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There was no fanfare, no one to greet her, and she was fine with that. Mindy had, after all, no one to blame, to kill, for her sudden departure from the Netherworld, only that she spent roughly a month in some stranger's body, at the whims of some psycho mother who terrorized her because she was some God fearing psycho. Needless to say, if there were any more proof that she did not need a mother to function there it was. Memories of her real father, of her real life had only come at night, until finally she had the night where she dreamed everyone died by her hands, in some weird telekinetic explosion.
But apparently some dreams were more vivid than others because she was covered with blood, looking more than a little forbidding, although his lessened the moment she spotted her motorcycle. Good. No one had fucked with it while she was gone. She had an idea that time had not passed as badly as she might think: if no one was around, that tournament thing was probably still going on.
At least the Overlord hadn't leveled the place, or Ruffnut...
Ruffnut. She was already breaking into a run. If she had to see anyone, obviously it was her.
But apparently some dreams were more vivid than others because she was covered with blood, looking more than a little forbidding, although his lessened the moment she spotted her motorcycle. Good. No one had fucked with it while she was gone. She had an idea that time had not passed as badly as she might think: if no one was around, that tournament thing was probably still going on.
At least the Overlord hadn't leveled the place, or Ruffnut...
Ruffnut. She was already breaking into a run. If she had to see anyone, obviously it was her.
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