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The room is dimly lit, the furnishing resembles that of a dark burgundy oak wood. Bamboo blinds are drawn and it is dark outside the window. A wooden seat, almost like a bench is sitting across from a TV. I am positioned behind the bench and sitting in it is a woman. I do not know what she looks like. I cannot describe her features, size, shape. The only thing I know is she has long dark hair and a beautifully timid voice. She looks to the TV and sees fireworks. It must be some celebration possibly new years. I come closer to the back of the bench and place a hand on her shoulder, my index finger running through her hair. She doesn't look at

Iggy Kazuma [Data Collected] ~[Reroute] [Subfile/ExCore] ---[CLASSIFIED]--- /override;cmd.A9c{overhaul} ---[Access Granted]--- CSec-7/Ex.c (Classified Sector 7 Experimental Core) [Directive]  Designed for analysis and adaption into the GK-MkII //Testing Progress: In Progress //Testing Pilot: Iggy Kazuma ///Data Compiled: See RefDisk Sec7-A Proctor's Notes: It's amazing to see the simulations run for this new core for Wizkid's Firmware Integrated Support and Transformation System. It's nothing like the previous upgrades he's made, With the addition of the torque converters and the OPU adjustments. Wizkid has actually outdone the G

Iggy Kazuma [Data Collected] ~[Reroute] [Subfile/ Fists] Fists Firmware Integrated Support and Transformation Systems //Known Models: 3 //Operational Models: 3 -Created as a military grade power armor for basic infantry. The first operational FISTS was the GrandCorp Model GC-22. It was designed to increase soldier potential in hazardous environments and in heightened climates. The suit would adapt to the basic needs of the wearer depending on external data gather by the suits receptor plates. Off the grid a second non GI version was made by Dr. Musashi Kazuma. The Gk-MkI, dubbed, the GodKiller. After his suit showed potential the mili

Iggy Kazuma [Data Collected] //Age: 16 //Height/Weight: 5'2"/128Lb //eye color: Onyx //hair color: Black //Enrollment: Justice Syndicate //Super I.D.: Wizkid Proctor's Notes: I will be observing Wizkid's mannerisms, data compilations, study patterns and general well being as I was programmed to do by Dynamo. Wizkid has begun referring to me as Proctor. As it will not interfere with my data collection or his habits this has been agreed upon and will be my primary handle in future observations. Provided Wizkid does not reprogram my AI programming I will continue to observe. [End of Line]

Chapter -1: How I met a Devil. With a painful thud Anya hit the asphalt just outside St. Mary's Hospital, Everything faded into a black dismal swirl. Now it was quiet. Like a sudden blinding flash of light Anya saw scenes of her current predicament displayed before her. There were white. ceiling lights going by and people running alongside her with metal poles holding bags of liquid. Soon she heard beeping and the sound of metal on metal and metal on bone. Anya felt nothing, only knew what she heard and what she heard was a long and continuous beep. Everything went black again but now only two things remained in the darkness; Anya and the t

Ch.-2: The Fall of Anya Lenova Anya Lenova was a young girl of fifteen, no physical defects or anomalies that were present at the time. The girl's life was normal, well almost normal. Her father was the well-known kingpin of a Russian mob in New York. The kingpin named Jonovan Lenova loved his work almost as much as he loved his darling little girl Anya. It was common knowledge that you didn't mess with Anya or you would have the wrath of one of the most powerful crime operations in New York knocking down your door. The mother of the young blond was no longer in the living plane. She was killed in a drive-by one night outside the Cosmopolit

The winds calmly whip around my ankles twirling about my legs fabric thrashing and flapping it lifts my coat right off my back I watch it fly up in the air shackled by my arms more torrents thrash my hair blowing everywhere. We are in love The winds and I she plays with me and in return I smile I laugh and raise my arms and like a true love I am sad when she's gone but happy when she returns. I know she loves me every time she comes back. I hear her whisper in my ear in a language only I can understand. "I love you."