Translation
мч ℓⱷ√ℓєч ƒ☠mḯℓч [MMFF]
The mistress of light
[color = green]
Huhu together,
again a short Kapi to roughly introduce your next antagonist. But what is still on my mind:[b]I'm so sorry! I noticed on Friday that I made a mistake. In case you haven't noticed, Cyril is able to travel into the past as the master of time. In Mimi's imagination I am ready to suggest the karaoke evening, after which the argument with her brother rests. Well, this chapter says that she would have kissed him, which appears after Cyril in the past but is no longer the case. I will then correct the error afterwards and as a small compensation you can decide which of the two variants you would prefer. I can really only hope that I don't confuse you too much with the current time change and that I don't incorporate too many errors; (If something seems inconsistent to you, don't be afraid to let me know.[/Color]
The late evening had turned gloomy on the city. Cat green eyes reflected the little light that the moon produced from behind the clouds. They would follow Mimi in a moment. When she was ready to leave the bar and go home. Cyril knew that because it had happened long ago. He wouldn't wait for the time he could say beforehand. His hand touched the cold metal of the clockwork, opened it without pulling it out of his pocket and then carefully turned the hands until the black mist made it disappear. Time ran forward. The clock consumed several minutes with every movement. The clouds, which had come up in no time at all, cast the city into an even deeper black. Your only adversary; the lanterns that cast a faint cone of light on the street with all their might. The damp air warned of the storm that was brewing over the roofs. His disgruntled look straightened up. It was a long time since he had been in the human world for the storm to catch up with him. But the world didn't want him. She would try to wash away the evil, he knew that, he knew that. So he surrendered and went to the gray walls that he called his refuge. It was a place between their worlds. From the outside an inconspicuous ruin that would be presented to the unsuspecting people. But if you walked through the door, a treasure trove of culture and classical music was hidden inside. One look out of the windows revealed the flames of hell. This was the place where he was bonded with his family. Not people, but devils. Beaming with joy and with a proudly swollen chest, the blond devil marched into the dining room. He couldn't wait to tell his sister about his triumph. Full of vigor, he tore the door open and took a deep breath to scream out loud. "Too late." came his sister's brief answer before a sound could escape him. The scream stopped and nothing but hot air escaped his lips."But .. but how ?! I am the master of time! Nobody is more punctual than me !!" "and yet you are too late." she had nothing more to say. She knew very well about Cyril's abilities and even more about his impatience. Snapping, he slammed the door again. You could hear it rattling all over the hall as he left. His sister was seated untouched. 'He's so easy to fool ~' she thought and her doll-like face revealed a tired smile. She got up from her chair and looked for a seat by the window. Outside the first drops fell. Cyril would surely come back soon, the Cyril who would climb into the house as a cat and curl up comfortably on her lap. She had to hurry. Find a victim. Before he could even suggest the game to her. That was the only way she could outsmart time. Yes, Cyril had betrayed himself. If only he had waited until his old self disappeared through the clock. His sister would never have known he would have challenged her to a game if he hadn't strutted in with that smug grin. But now she had a little time to prepare. Her way led her to another room. A room in which there was complete darkness. She grabbed the oil lamp and lit it. The room got light and she was gone.
She entered the human world through the green light that was offered to her. It immediately turned red. Then you could hear tires squeaking. A truck stood across the intersection and the distraught driver hurried out of the car. He inspected a girl who was struggling to get up from the street. There was no need for someone like her. The cool doll girl was looking for someone who promised completely different expectations. She had a very clear idea of a winning person. She and Cyril always used the same kind of person for our games. But the girl found such cheerful creatures as Mimi to be confused too easily. So far, she had managed to take out her brother's character every time. This time too she wanted to win. All she needed was a down to earth guy that she could direct as she wanted. Unfortunately, her favorite characters had long since passed away this year. So she had to look for someone new and she already knew where to start.
Huhu together,
again a short Kapi to roughly introduce your next antagonist. But what is still on my mind:[b]I'm so sorry! I noticed on Friday that I made a mistake. In case you haven't noticed, Cyril is able to travel into the past as the master of time. In Mimi's imagination I am ready to suggest the karaoke evening, after which the argument with her brother rests. Well, this chapter says that she would have kissed him, which appears after Cyril in the past but is no longer the case. I will then correct the error afterwards and as a small compensation you can decide which of the two variants you would prefer. I can really only hope that I don't confuse you too much with the current time change and that I don't incorporate too many errors; (If something seems inconsistent to you, don't be afraid to let me know.[/Color]
The late evening had turned gloomy on the city. Cat green eyes reflected the little light that the moon produced from behind the clouds. They would follow Mimi in a moment. When she was ready to leave the bar and go home. Cyril knew that because it had happened long ago. He wouldn't wait for the time he could say beforehand. His hand touched the cold metal of the clockwork, opened it without pulling it out of his pocket and then carefully turned the hands until the black mist made it disappear. Time ran forward. The clock consumed several minutes with every movement. The clouds, which had come up in no time at all, cast the city into an even deeper black. Your only adversary; the lanterns that cast a faint cone of light on the street with all their might. The damp air warned of the storm that was brewing over the roofs. His disgruntled look straightened up. It was a long time since he had been in the human world for the storm to catch up with him. But the world didn't want him. She would try to wash away the evil, he knew that, he knew that. So he surrendered and went to the gray walls that he called his refuge. It was a place between their worlds. From the outside an inconspicuous ruin that would be presented to the unsuspecting people. But if you walked through the door, a treasure trove of culture and classical music was hidden inside. One look out of the windows revealed the flames of hell. This was the place where he was bonded with his family. Not people, but devils. Beaming with joy and with a proudly swollen chest, the blond devil marched into the dining room. He couldn't wait to tell his sister about his triumph. Full of vigor, he tore the door open and took a deep breath to scream out loud. "Too late." came his sister's brief answer before a sound could escape him. The scream stopped and nothing but hot air escaped his lips."But .. but how ?! I am the master of time! Nobody is more punctual than me !!" "and yet you are too late." she had nothing more to say. She knew very well about Cyril's abilities and even more about his impatience. Snapping, he slammed the door again. You could hear it rattling all over the hall as he left. His sister was seated untouched. 'He's so easy to fool ~' she thought and her doll-like face revealed a tired smile. She got up from her chair and looked for a seat by the window. Outside the first drops fell. Cyril would surely come back soon, the Cyril who would climb into the house as a cat and curl up comfortably on her lap. She had to hurry. Find a victim. Before he could even suggest the game to her. That was the only way she could outsmart time. Yes, Cyril had betrayed himself. If only he had waited until his old self disappeared through the clock. His sister would never have known he would have challenged her to a game if he hadn't strutted in with that smug grin. But now she had a little time to prepare. Her way led her to another room. A room in which there was complete darkness. She grabbed the oil lamp and lit it. The room got light and she was gone.
She entered the human world through the green light that was offered to her. It immediately turned red. Then you could hear tires squeaking. A truck stood across the intersection and the distraught driver hurried out of the car. He inspected a girl who was struggling to get up from the street. There was no need for someone like her. The cool doll girl was looking for someone who promised completely different expectations. She had a very clear idea of a winning person. She and Cyril always used the same kind of person for our games. But the girl found such cheerful creatures as Mimi to be confused too easily. So far, she had managed to take out her brother's character every time. This time too she wanted to win. All she needed was a down to earth guy that she could direct as she wanted. Unfortunately, her favorite characters had long since passed away this year. So she had to look for someone new and she already knew where to start.