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[[!meta title="Omisielle Faulzaje"]]
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[[!sidebar content="""
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[[!template
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id=iboxperson
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name="Omisielle Faulzaje"
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image="/xevv/images/omisiellef.png"
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first="[[Lithium|stories/lithium]]"
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nickname=Omi
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class=Assassin
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height=18.9]]
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"""]]
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she fucks
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# Lithium Backstory
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> "What do you mean, I can't use it?" the girl asks, irritated by his answer.
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> "It's simply too dangerous to use the Dimension Driver for such a selfish
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> desire. If you were to activate it, there's no telling where you may end up."
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>
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> "Ari, you know I can handle myself wherever I go!" she retorts. His answer is
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> unchanged - "No. Omi, this is silly. You sound like a 12-year-old in a poorly
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> written comedy movie."
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>
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> Omi's face darkens. She knows that what she's doing is foolish, yet her lust
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> for new adventures won't let her take grip of the situation. Or, perhaps it's
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> just lust for foreign money. At this point, not even she can tell for sure.
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>
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> The greed overtakes her, and turns into anger; almost like a tiger breaking
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> out of a cage to consume its trainer. Her hand moves to her sheath, and —
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>
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> The flash of electricity stuns her brother Aricil – completely incapacitated
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> by her immense flurry of strikes. By the time he comes to, she's already gone
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> like the wind.
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>
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> In another world, the young assassin awakens. Her head hurts. Everything
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> around her moves in slow motion. Not just for a moment, but continually.
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> Wherever she's landed, time is simply different.
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>
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> This bemuses her. She begins to laugh. The world's strongest killer, now with
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> the world's fastest reflexes. Nothing will stop her now.
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>
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> And then, she notices her surroundings. A wide field between mountains, with
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> a road to her right. In the distance a city, but nearby, nothing but grass.
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> Her shoulders slump and again her expression darkens.
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>
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> "Shit."
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>
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> Rain spatters down, and quickly gets heavy as she sits in the field. The rain
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> is not water, but metal – and that the sky is far darker than it should be.
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>
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> Without a soul in sight, she looks up. The world is being devoured by a
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> gigantic, black mass.
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>
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> The Assassin prays for safety.
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