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Boulder City (or as we like to call it… Boulder Shitty) Neighbor to Sin City, Place of the Elderly, Procurer of Canoes and Helicopter trips to the Grand Canyon, Busy, small, tourist trap, The Dam City (pun intended): They say you are scorching and I believe them, for I have felt the summer days lure in the sweat. And they say that you are crooked and I answer: Yeah, it’s true. I have seen the drug busts, meth houses shut down, only to be replaced by another. And they say you are withering and my retort is: Over at the lake, the water rapidly declines, tourist counts drop each year. And after answering I turn once again to those who mock at this my city, and I give them a menacing glare and say to them: Come and show me another city with people who know everyone and getting together for community events. Flinging appreciation and friendship amid the bad, here is a proud community set just as vivid as Vegas; Fierce as a cougar when

"I'm tellin' ya, I'm fine, Alex!" Gall's hoarse voice rose in protest against her trying to get him to lay down in bed yet again. He had been on his feet all day cooking, cleaning, chopping wood for the fire. Anything to keep his mind off from the one thing he did not want to admit. And as if on cue, his traitless comrade grabbed him by the arm and tugged him away from his current work of practicing his Patience magic attacks on a large oak tree. "You're sick, Gall! You. Need. To... REST!" Alex emphasized each word with every forceful tug. "Do not make me knock you out by force, you know I will if I have to!" Gall tried to shove her away, but the strain of being s-.. the strain of working so much had placed him in a weaker state. His head spun and he felt himself falling, only to feel arms underneath his own. "See?" Alex stated simply in a soft voice. "Now will you let me help you?" Gall said nothing. He only nodded once in silent defeat, before closing his eyes to keep himself

The smell of freshly-made chicken stock broth wafted through the corridor of the grey phantom’s base. Gall stirred the pot with precision as he added more ingredients. A pinch of salt and pepper here. A dash of crushed basil and parsley there. Two spoonfuls of herbal medicine. Stir until evenly mixed. Once satisfied, Gall put out the fire of the fireplace, leaving the pot hanging over the dim embers of the charcoal to help keep it warm. Walking to a cupboard, he pulled out a small bowl, and a spoon from the drawer below. He went back to his newly-made creation, and scooped up the contents into the bowl. You stay here with her. Gall recounted Jessee’s words. We can’t have any… situations for this mission. He glared at the bowl of soup, its steam tickling his face. I am trusting you to take care of her, Gall. Please. A sigh of annoyance exited Gall. A member of one of the most powerful groups of people he knew -though he’d never admit it to their faces- and here he was playing

"Remind me… Why do I have to do this? " Gall Gassasu sat, arms crossed and eyes closed. His eyebrows twitched in annoyance as his fellow grey phantom member, Sae Ereny, brushed his hair. She took bits of lock and tied them together humming a small tune. "Because," Sae replied as she flicked a miniature ponytail in playfulness "I beat you in that last card game. You promised that I could do anything." "Anything within reason!" Gall groaned. He glanced over to his right, and saw Alex watching from the door. Her lips were curled in a smile, obviously enjoying this torture. Her eyes, however, sent a clear warning to Gall. Hurt her feelings and I will end you. Gall's gaze dropped as he glared at the hardwood floor, his face hot from embarrassment. "H-hey Gall?" Sae's voice brought his attention to her, and his glowering stopped almost instantly. She was smiling at him. She was happy, sure, but there was something else there. Something that reminded him a bit of his life before the