#tftt

Now, will there be a program connecting to TFTT at GIFT like A Fleeting Dream connected to Dreamy Aspirations at Prologue?

Behind the scenes of LORD'S RESISTANCE by Camille Darby

directed by Christopher Burris

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Arthur leaned back and crossed his legs, turning to Emily. "So, how'd scouting go?" Emily grinned sharply. "Found a target—and it's a strong one, too." "Do you mean strong like it'll be fun to fight or strong like it'll be a giant problem if we don't deal with it now?" "Hmm…" She waggled her hand noncommittally. A sigh. "Alright, I guess we'll just have to find out…" Arthur flicked his wrists, two pistols darting out of his sleeves and into his hands. After taking a moment to inspect them, making sure his safeties were on, he pushed himself off the edge of the roof, landing almost weightlessly atop a street light just a few stories below. "Lead the way, M'ily," he said, gesturing for Emily to go on ahead. Emily nodded and leapt for an adjacent building, flipping, twisting, and pirouetting flashily as she flew through the air. Arthur followed suit, though without the fancy acrobatics. Together, they bounded across the city, over streets and alleys, only stopping once they reached the roof of an abandoned hospital. "Is this the place?" Arthur asked unnecessarily. Instead of answering, Emily pulled up her hood and summoned her armor and weapon, blue metallic plates materializing over the insulated padding of her winter coat, a spear with a long triangular blade materializing in her hands. She gave her weapon a twirl, resting the shaft on her shoulder. "Right. Safeties off." He flicked the safety levers of his pistols and aimed them at the rooftop access door. With the pull of both triggers, he shot off the hinges, allowing him to open it with a light push. The crash as it fell to the floor echoed amidst the empty rooftop, somehow louder than Arthur's gunshots. "You know, it might not have been locked," Emily pointed out. Arthur raised a brow. "Wouldn't you have kicked the door down regardless of if it was locked?" "Well, duh, I would. But this is you we're talking about." "Why do we have to have this conversation every time?" Arthur asked with a grumble, rubbing his temples. "Whenever I ask you if we're going in quiet or loud, you always say quiet but end up blowing our cover." A pout. "No I don't." "Yes. You do," he insisted. "So until you're sure you can stick to the plan, we'll just go loud." "Wait!" A gauntleted hand grabbed his shoulder, stopping him from entering the hospital building. "I can do it quietly this time, I promise." "Well, we're a little late for that considering how I already shot down this door." He gestured emphatically at the metal access door lying on the floor. "Maybe it didn't hear you?" Emily suggested hopefully. Arthur stared at her with dry skepticism, vaguely thankful that he couldn't see her pouting face through her helmet—not that that mattered much since the light of her eyes through her visor ended up being just as effective. Man, he really hated being her handler sometimes. "Alright, fine," he sighed, gesturing for Emily to enter the building. "Get in there and take point. I'll have your back." "Awesome!"

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