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duelacademynpcs) wrote2011-01-23 11:04 pm
duelacademynpcs) wrote2011-01-23 11:04 pm
[Event]
Hey Isabel. There's a note nailed to your door. With a knife.
It reads;
Hey Isabel Marias!
You think you're such a hot-shot psychic duelist, huh? Well I'm calling you out! Assuming you aren't a terrified pansy, come to the abandoned warehouse by the docks! Specifically, the one that's two to the left from the center. That used to store car parts. That one.
The note has no signature. But it's in pink ink with glitter in the ink on black notebook paper. There are hearts where dots would go, and the writing is very curvy.
It reads;
Hey Isabel Marias!
You think you're such a hot-shot psychic duelist, huh? Well I'm calling you out! Assuming you aren't a terrified pansy, come to the abandoned warehouse by the docks! Specifically, the one that's two to the left from the center. That used to store car parts. That one.
The note has no signature. But it's in pink ink with glitter in the ink on black notebook paper. There are hearts where dots would go, and the writing is very curvy.
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After reading the note, she sighs and pulls the knife out of the door. "I really don't get paid enough to deal with this shit."