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Eugene just frowns deeply, crumples the letter up, and is about to throw it in the trash when the alarms go off. He checks the monitors, and sure enough, Whitenight is prepping to escape.

Instead of getting as angry as usual, he just buries his head in his hands and grabs at his hair with his fingertips. Right now, he’s 309% done.

LILLIE?!?!..Erm sorry I don't know what came over me..

For every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing. 

Eugene takes off his black and green jacket, showing his white undershirt with green suspenders underneath.

The only “Soldier Of Lathia” currently in department custody is located ███ feet under the city of ██████ in the region of █████████.

Description:

A “Soldier Of Lathia” is a large golem standing at an approximate 10-20 feet. The golem is created from ████, Diamond and Granite. These golems are theorized to be over 500 years old. The creatures appear to be an animate crystal as sun can partially be seen shining through them. These creatures are a Light blue color with darker colored shards [Although the color of the shards do vary.] on most joint parts of their bodies. 

The creature is capable of combat. These golems can retract certain weapons and tools that use in battle. These tools have been noted as a vice and a sword.

Information:

SoLs [ Soldiers Of Lathia ] have two known states. Passive and Aggressive. 

During a Passive state the SoL will have no visible weaponry hanging from it’s body. The golem will walk around clumsily, often staggering when they come to a halt. The golem will keep a slouched stance when standing or sitting. The golem will ignore [almost] any attempt to interact with out.

[ After event 112-G any and all experiments involving the golem going into a aggressive have been cancelled. See ‘Keep Reading’. ] When the golem enters an Aggressive state. It will begin to shake violently, writhing in place. It’s extended weaponry will appear as it prepares for battle. When the weapons are fully drawn, the golem will begin to slash and claw at the walls of the detainment area.

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I fell down. I died. I was taken. Forgotten. Resurrected. Distorted. Discolored. Recovered. Claimed. Stained. Remade.

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Z - 15. The “Sand Dune” is a Zombo that resides on beaches close to coastal waters.This Zombo reveals conceals itself within the sand of residential beaches and wait for prey to wander past it. This Zombo can rise up to seven feet from the ground. 

Sand Dunes are a special species of Zombo, this creature creates a veil of sand around it’s body completely concealing it’s true identity. No researcher or observer has ever seen what it looks like from beneath it’s sandy skin.The Zombo gathers sand using a concentrated mucus that leaks from it’s body.

It then bathes in the sunlight until the sand hardens. After hardening the sand takes on the role of being the creatures second layer of “skin” acting like a kind of latex. 

Sand Dunes that have learned to live alongside people act friendly towards children and adults on the beach. They enjoy playing ‘peek-a-boo’, ‘Catch-me-if-you-can’ and occasionally ‘Hide-n-seek’. It has yet to be determined what Sand Dunes feed off of, if anything at all.

Once a Sand Dune becomes deceased it’s body becomes a shriveled heap in the sun. The sun causes it’s skin to become discolored and burnt.

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I am a dragon. I can fly like a dragon. Move like a dragon. Speak like a dragon. Eat like a dragon. I cannot breath fire like a dragon. My “Fire” is actually a vortex. This vortex can pull or push things away. Causing them to become very slow.

I fly through holes made in space and time. My metal plating protects me from the aging process within these wormholes. My mask hides my identity so that others from different organizations cannot find me in the present time and kill me.

I have wires implanted through out my skin. Connected to my nerves. This lets my armor know when I am ready to travel. Or what tool I’d like to use during a fight.

I have a rider. I had a rider. But I lost him. I believe he fell off of me. While we were flying through a wormhole. He must have lost his grip. I could not stop once I entered the wormhole. And even if I had went back. The chances of finding the same wormhole are 0.1 to 100. 

I promised to protect him. I failed him. I failed my job. My friend, S.C says he will be fine. That he will stay in a hibernated state, that his armor will not allow him to age while within the wormhole. I doubt that. They say that they will look for him.

They lied.

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What the hell. Why am I even writing this? Why do I even exist? I just wanted to live my days y’know. As a person or █████████ which ever. Not like I’ll get that now. Holy shit. They say their going to “fix” the future. But all there doing is just causing more problems by interfering with the flow of time. How do you think ████████ got his army? That was their fault.

They think they can play God. Changing the past. Altering the future. It pisses me off. Now I’m getting dragged in this too. hunting these ███████ so that this whole mess can be prevented. Moving from time line to time line.It’s not going to fix what has already been done. It’ll just make matters worse and it’ll continue to worsen until everything is gone. 

I wonder if that’s their goal. Just to..reset everything. Oh well, it’s not like I have the ability to stop them. Not yet at least.I’ll just have to keep my job. Until the time is right. That sliver of an opening, then I’ll strike. I’m may look like a ███ ███ but I’m still a █████ underneath.