My costume was just minor tweaks, some design improvements for durability, to better hide my identity, shoes that would help me hold my ground and bac... up a kick, things like that.Much of my fight training went on in the holo room, solid three dimensional images for me to fight. It was like going into battle without the worry of getting hurt, no matter how remote that was for me. A good four months or so of training had passed, and this was just the usual stuff, ending with my capture and being. I pulled back and spun around.I was now looking at Hunter when I said, And you say that me and Ry are the sex crazed ones in this house. He leaned in with his eyes closed.I leaned sideways.Bringing Rory with me.Hunter ended up kissing the wall.We both laughed loudly.It was like when we were kids.Rory and I would always trick Hunter.We swam back to the shallow end.So.If I say yes, do I have to get another tattoo? Oh, I missed that smile of his.I shook my head no.I turned around and got up.I. “NOOOOO!” Zax bellowed with a face so ashen it was sickly white.He got them, many he got!Friends, relatives, strangers, tens, hundreds of thousands.But for hundreds of thousands others he was too late.His parents, his grandparents, Serah’s parents, his childhood friend Mi and her two daughters.The list went on and on, but only two names had really captured Zax’s attention in the final moment of their lives... “Mom, dad”. He weakly whispered as he stared at the void, broken. Outlines of their. While I’m sympathetic to her situation, I’m still pissed because now I’m going to be stuck at my parents’ party with all their snobby yacht-club friends.BreakfastI’m sitting at the table eating my daily bowl of Corn Pops and trying to emerge from my grogginess. Despite having nothing to do and no reason to be awake at 7:30 in the morning, my body refuses to sleep any later. I’m listening to some girl on ESPN yammer about the Spelling Bee and wondering when that became a sport. You might have.