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Emerald Dreamer
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'Catalynes' serves as the more respectable, technical term for a bit of illicit chemistry known more commonly as spurs, which give their users a temporary 'improvement' of kinds.
Since chemically sound products of the drug are harmless to the body, they celebrated recreational legality for a long time.
But it didn't take long for folks to realize the power-high one gets off on with a pseudo-superheroic body encouraged dangerous or sometimes even criminal behavior, and were eventually made illegal.
For all the hair and admittedly quite maidenly ribbon holding it all together, the towering Russian who approached was in fact Mars and not Venus.
"Sorry." he said, helping Min to vis feet.
"Fuck is that blood? What happened? Are you alright?" ve grunted.
"It is not mine. I caught the gunman."
"He's dead?"
"Ya."
"Good. I—wait, you interrogated him first, though, right?"
"No."
"What the hell!? Jesus, I thought you knew better than that. Now how are we supposed to figure out what happened?"
"He shot you. You could have been dead. Revenge seemed justified."
"I'll never understand you sentimental types. Shit."
Min doubled over, pressing vis wound with a pained, guttural whine.
"Well," ve grunted, straightening a small bit. "now what?"
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