Editing Prose Magica: The Ballad of the Seventeenth Part 1
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In a moment, the elevator closed and Odette was alone once again. She couldn't shake that feeling of loneliness, despite having chosen this self-imposed exile. Few close friends managed to stay in contact with her and fewer still ever stuck around long enough to have a meaningful conversation. After a long while of silence broken only by the occasional soft sigh, Odette tapped the button to call the elevator. | In a moment, the elevator closed and Odette was alone once again. She couldn't shake that feeling of loneliness, despite having chosen this self-imposed exile. Few close friends managed to stay in contact with her and fewer still ever stuck around long enough to have a meaningful conversation. After a long while of silence broken only by the occasional soft sigh, Odette tapped the button to call the elevator. | ||
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Heidi Dalia. The Night Watcher of the Seventeenth. It was just past midnight as she stepped into the grimy, still alleyway. The pale girl let out a quiet breath as she leaned against a rough brick wall, pulling her long dark hair to her front. Heidi's pale skin practically glowed in the night light, tinted varying shades by the bright neon seeping into the corridor. | Heidi Dalia. The Night Watcher of the Seventeenth. It was just past midnight as she stepped into the grimy, still alleyway. The pale girl let out a quiet breath as she leaned against a rough brick wall, pulling her long dark hair to her front. Heidi's pale skin practically glowed in the night light, tinted varying shades by the bright neon seeping into the corridor. | ||
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Odette sauntered down the busy streets, scowling. On the one night she just wanted to go home and drown her sorrows in sweets, they had to call her into the office. Even if it did pertain to her assignment, that night wasn't one she wanted to spend at work. She'd barely gotten a chance to look over the contents of the envelope. Worse yet, she'd forgotten where she'd parked. | Odette sauntered down the busy streets, scowling. On the one night she just wanted to go home and drown her sorrows in sweets, they had to call her into the office. Even if it did pertain to her assignment, that night wasn't one she wanted to spend at work. She'd barely gotten a chance to look over the contents of the envelope. Worse yet, she'd forgotten where she'd parked. | ||
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It didn't take long at all before Sleepy Sue pulled up in front of the headquarters of the Seventeenth Officio. The perks of your usual haunt being only a few blocks away from your workplace, Odette supposed. The building was fairly busy, as it was most times of the day. What was unusual, however, was the amount of young girls entering and exiting. Usually one would see a magical girl head in or out once every ten minutes or so, but right now there seemed to be a constant flow of them. | It didn't take long at all before Sleepy Sue pulled up in front of the headquarters of the Seventeenth Officio. The perks of your usual haunt being only a few blocks away from your workplace, Odette supposed. The building was fairly busy, as it was most times of the day. What was unusual, however, was the amount of young girls entering and exiting. Usually one would see a magical girl head in or out once every ten minutes or so, but right now there seemed to be a constant flow of them. | ||
