Point-of-View: Cleo Nova
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"Hurry up, stop dragging your feet!"
"Why is she even still here? Thought she'd have dropped out ages ago."
Tch, assholes. If it wasn't for my social anxiety, I'd come up with something witty to say. But I'm way too introverted and non-confrontational for that, so instead, I keep quiet and stare down at my feet.
Today's the 28th of December, 2170, and I was currently in the middle of my final Practical Training exam, a raid in a Mid Level Dungeon.
It's my second Mid Level raid, the first four were all Low Levels, last month's was Mid Level, and so is this one.
My role is to guard the back line and carry all the Cores. The latter part, I have no complaints about, since it lets me use Assimilation pretty conveniently.
But I really want to get into some action already, but at the same time, I don't want to reveal my powers to everyone yet.
