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It all happened so fast. They were just in her dorm. They were just talking to Hoopa. And now, everything was just…wrong. Gone to absolute shit. This was supposed to be a nice two weeks. A break from the bullshit. But she was Odette Cinq-Mars, a woman of Lamborne descent. She never got a...

While Odile eyed Zack like he was a fresh cut of steak, Odette couldn’t help but snicker in agreement. “At times? Try always,” she said. “I suppose that comes with the territory of being an entity of immense power.” “̶I̴ ̵c̷a̴n̷’̴t̸ ̵w̷a̴i̷t̷ ̸t̶o̴ ̸f̸i̴n̴d̴ ̷J̶i̵r̸a̷c̶h̸i̴ ̸s̸o̵ ̷I̴ ̵c̶a̶n̷...

Odette crossed her arms over her chest. “She’s saved my life. More than once,” she said simply. “So no ‘props’ needed, thank you kindly.” Odile narrowed her eyes. “̷T̵h̸a̶t̶ ̸i̷s̸ ̴t̶h̶e̵ ̶t̸y̸p̷i̴n̶g̶ ̸I̵ ̵a̷m̶.̷ ̵I̸s̴ ̷t̷h̴e̸r̸e̷ ̶a̷ ̴p̴r̵o̵b̶l̸e̶m̴?̴ A̷n̸d̵ ̶h̷e̶r̵e̴ ̶I̷ ̵t̴h̴o̸u̴g̷h̶t̶...

Odette huffed, resigning herself to the fact that the rest of her trip was probably just her going to be explaining herself over and over again. She supposed it was preferable to having the whole island running from her, but running on only a few hours of sleep was making this ‘explaining’ thing...

“̵S̸u̸r̶e̶.̷ ̶I̵f̶ ̶y̴o̴u̵ ̸w̴a̴n̵t̶ ̵t̸o̷ ̸u̸s̸e̷ ̵b̷a̸b̶y̶ ̷t̸e̷r̶m̶s̴ ̵f̵o̴r̶ ̵i̶t̸.̸”̵ Odile said dismissively.

Odile snickered. “̵M̷y̴ ̷d̵e̶a̶l̸ ̶i̶s̶ ̵t̵h̸a̶t̵ ̷I̴’̸m̶ ̵a̵ ̸g̸o̴d̷ ̵a̵n̴d̴ ̶I̶ ̵c̵a̸n̶ ̴d̴o̵ ̷w̶h̶a̵t̶e̴v̴e̶r̷ ̵t̷h̶e̵ ̷a̷b̷s̷o̷l̷u̷t̷e̸ ̶f̶u̶c̸k̴ ̶I̷ ̸w̷a̶n̴t̸.̴”̷ ̷ As she spoke, she leaned back against her chair and kicked her feet up on the table as she folded her hands behind her bed...

Odette offered a half-assed smile as Enora hopped up on her chair. “Jack’s fine,” Odette said. “̴W̴h̶a̸t̴ ̵a̷b̸o̸u̸t̵ ̸J̵a̵c̴k̶a̸s̷s̵?̸”̷ Odile snickered. Enora lowered her head toward the table. “Again. Real mature.”

Odette quirked a brow at the compliment, lowering her head to hide her mouth behind her fingers. She didn’t quite know how to— “̵D̷a̶m̴n̶ ̴S̶T̵R̵A̵I̶G̴H̸T̸ ̸s̶h̴e̷’̷s̷ ̵a̴n̶ ̴e̵m̶p̵r̸e̵s̵s̸,̷”̸ ̸“̷Y̴o̶u̵ ̵d̸o̵n̵’̶t̶ ̷k̸n̴o̸w̶ ̵w̴h̷o̶ ̸t̵h̷e̴ ̴f̴u̵c̷k̶ ̸y̸o̶u̸’̶r̶e̶ ̷t̷a̵l̴k̷i̶n̶g̷ ̷t̴o̷.̵...

Odile stood up to say something, but Odette grabbed her arm and pulled her back down, effectively silencing whatever remark was brewing. “And what was there to be a hero for? What were you stopping?” she asked. “You saw something that you’d never seen before and your first instinct was to...

Odette was mindlessly sipping from her water, head against the wall as Odile flicked pieces of a straw wrapper at her. One bounced off the side of her neck, but she didn’t appear bothered. “What are you doing,” she said tiredly. “̸H̵o̷l̶d̷ ̴s̸t̷i̵l̴l̷,̵ ̷I̸’̴m̸ ̴t̵r̵y̸n̶a̸ ̷h̸i̴t̸ ̸y̷o̵u̵r̶...

Enora snorted. “I might be a lady, but ladies aren’t above defending their humans from brutes such as yourselves. Tread lightly, bird.” She wrinkled her nose, her eyes narrowing in doubt. It didn’t seem like either of them were being insincere, or appeared as if they were powering up to battle...

Enora stopped dead in her tracks, just before she hopped up onto her chair. Her ears fell back against her head as her lips curled over her teeth. She turned around to Zack, and arched her back defensively. “You’re asking for my name now?” she growled. “A little overdue for that, isn’t it?”...

Odette was mid-way through perhaps her hundredth yawn since she officially woke up. She’d called Armel, and before she knew it, the sun was rising on the horizon. She wasn’t sure when exactly she fell asleep, but when she did awaken again, it was 11am and the call was still running. It certainly...