(everything ive tried to do has been stopped 
)
At least Laura gets to catch a break, right? I do all the work for her. She aināt noticing anything. Ha.
He walks out, clearly a look of relief in his eyes.
Thats all there isā¦ Time to get back home and go to sleepā¦
Yawnnn
(Instead of trying to interact with everyone for some weird or creepy reason, try to achieve your own goal instead. Didnāt Hel give him a vision about giving him a secret task?)
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So thirteen craftmen go to a bar carrying papers and pens.
Francis goes with the craftmen.
Itās not long until the bar becomes rowdy.
(yeh that was to meet other peeps who have legends)
On the other hand, Francis goes to a gym and takes a bare chested photo selfie for his social media account.
A social media celebrity!
He wants to get into modelling since his body turns perfect after he becomes a legacy.
Nghhā¦ Mmmā¦
She felt refreshed, really, really good!
She looks at the clockā¦ A chill crept down her spine, as her eyes widen in shock.
Oh no! The order forms! We need the hard copies!
She notices the dining table, nothing on it.
NOTHING ON IT. The bowl is washed neatly and stored to the tray section.
Huh? Neverthelessā¦ I have to get back to workā¦
After he takes a few selfie of himself on various lifting equipments (still bare chested), Francis puts on his shirt (and trench coat) and leaves.
Itās not like he needs exercise to keep himself fit anymore.
Driving around, he parks his car near a small cafe and orders a coffee. He slowly sips his drink as he edits his newly taken picture into perfection.
Who says itās easy to take a perfect shot?
As he occupies himself with his pictures, Francis mind wander aimlessly on more pressing issues.
How to deal with his Edmund. His stance on the Presidentās statement about Legacy. What he should do about the increasing crime rate.
The issues today is a bit depressing, Francis thinks to himself.
He decides instead to stop thinking and busies himself with the superficial issue of his social media fame.
Ignorance is a bliss. Stupidity is a gift.
Hugh jogs down the street, whistling happily.
You all see a purple portal appear, followed by a man who you recognise as the shopkeeper.
Shopkeep: You done here?
MM: Yeah. Iām done here.
The masked man with the rod puts one foot into the portal.
MM: You coming too?
The other masked man slowly shakes his head.
OMM: Iām just gonna make sure this goes to planā¦
MM:ā¦
MM:Sure.
Shopkeep: You ready?
MM: Yeah.
They both exit the area.
The masked man looks around the room, then sets his eyes on Lee.
MM: You know what you need to do to keep your life.
L: H-huh?
MM: Make sure no-one but me gets out.
MM: Iām watching.
(sad)
Pierre guards the entrance to the Rodgers Center, and finally sees Samuel off in the distance. Pierre lets out a sigh of relief ā the kid comes back home at last. Itās unlike him to run off for that long.
Hugh jogs a bit more until he reaches Pierre, where he stops.
Pierre smiles.
āHello, and welcome to the Rodgers Center. Unfortunately, weāre currently closed for business. Did you need something?ā
H: Well, you look familiarā¦
Rito walks by Pierre to keep a close eye on him. He sees the man that recognizes Pierre
āOh really? How so?ā
H: I dunnoā¦ I just feel like Iāve seen him beforeā¦
āHmmm, perhaps your fates are intertwined, that always causes a sense of familiarity.ā
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