Snippet #1699082

Ariana stretched after their little practice session , and relaxed back when they reached 10-4 against a wall, helping herself to another smoothie, "The day should be ending soon... it's almost been an hour since the mission was given... well, we saved eveyone by arriving first, but people should still make more of an effort to get here." She said in a slivghtly annoyed tone

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The riffs were murderous,, the pounding of the drums added to the heartbeat. Requiem strummed the guitar, singing in synch with the back ups. "-... let's just go, enter a solid DEATH THROUGH TRANCE.!" He said, playing one final note, that echoed through the concert hall. "Thank you very much, we are 777, thank you for coming! WE LOVE YOU ALL!" he said.

As he helped the band put their stiff away, and sign a multitude of autographs. He kept walking, with his guitar strung across his back. As he continued walking, black wings grew on his back, as his being was transferred into the UG. He had already read the report on his phone: Death Parfait... and someone whose name suddenly escaped him, was handling the harrier position for the game, but that didn't mean he couldn't check up on everything.