I will not be poor

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I will not be poor
The scene draws to a small distance as time slowly passes in the restoration room. The group of life long friends gather their thoughts to pass the moments aside, offsetting the darker evening to night. Everything is nothing in such chance occasions. Friendship is everything when you have what you want.
On the other side of town, Patty thinks back to his youth when life was just a little easier to hold. The tumult of chaotic feelings is not yet at an end, yet he is not diminished in his heart. Not even a bit.
So this free time of new days is open to all. The circle is drawn dearly. The quiet joy will thrive in these years to come.
“You see Chtulu? The equity shares are fluctuating too.”
Chtulu looks down as his bent leg and replies, “So that’s why my shares are reducing slowly and surely?”
Durian looks at Chtulu oddly and explains that the shares are being mixed and matched like Saturday night. This confuses the living hell out of Chtulu who is a simple man. A man of principle.
Lo Biscuit looks at Leslie and asks her for a cup with her tea. Leslie meows half-heartedly and tells Lady L to put the tea leaves into the strainer ladle.
They all call L2 to Durian Estate because Leslie is not feeling too well and they only just now noticed.
D. ‘fHurt’ Rubles opens his eyes wides and then squints as he is certain the 4 of them are unconscious in front of his house.
Snore…
Lola, wake up.
Lola opens her eyes and sees Chtulu the Dragon Frier looking down by her side, knelt and wearing an alien costume.
She shrieks in terror and kicks at his face with her left foot, hitting Chtulu in the eyebrow and causing him to reel backwards. His head strikes a tree and he collapses like a fallen spring board, onto the forest ground.
Lady Lacy and Nol Si start laughing chaotically as the doctor of sleep awareness is crumpled like a length of yarn in a barn.
Lola closes her eyes and falls asleep. Smiling.
Lola opens her eyes and sees Lacy, Nol Si, and a raven crow looking down at her as she begins to stir on the ground.
Her magic shield absorbed 83% of the sycamore branch, but 17% is a lot of strike. Lacy has very high magic.
Lacy was just prancing when the tree limb bent downward and back. She saw her best friend, who is also her neighbor, and wanted to say hi in a glee. She did not know Nol Si was there, but he’s always dark and welcome as usual. No surprise there.
The branch snapped into threes as it struck Lo’s face shield. She is in her suit of armor and it knocked her unconscious like a light switch gets flicked.
Si No walks down the level green A2 trail behind Lo Biscuit as the morning stardew reflects brightly off the cold leaves. It is a perfect time of year for a loop hike and Si No has been a good friend of Lo’s for most of their lives.
Lo turns face to see Si No’s pacing and says, “hurry up - buttercup.”
Si No replies in silence as his head nods to and fro. Like a child. Si No is childish at heart.
Si No looks towards the flattening path and screams, “Lo B WATCH OUT!”
She just smiles and thinks to herself, ‘What a silly goose, this guy.’
The branch from a tall sycamore swings back to a line as Lo Biscuit is whacked in the face by the very efforts of Lady Lacy. Lacy whacked the living shyte out of Lo, her best friend since elementary school.
Durian climbs into the hatch of his thank. He loads a M5Homelessplanetkiller and enters the upper atmosphere for trajectory.
A flying tank approached in combat form and he unleashed the foray. He undoes all the cicadic waves of violence with gusto and terrible fury.
The stupidest sounds are about to render the terrain hopeless.
With peace he rides into the night on his Zusisi until he can see his lady again.
Beach maul á
Mephisto is spotted walking out of the forest with a cracked shell. His aura is diminished a bit, due to the gun fight. After a bit of sunlight, his hard shell will return in good form and he will smirk again, as usual.
At a distance, Alters’s is calmly walking in the gravel path to his home and he gets there. He’s safe, that’s good to know. He was missing for a few days. But he’s okay.
A whistling song is heard in the air. Slightly shrill but pleasant. It seems Leslie is singing to the birds again. That’s okay.
I wonder where the boys and girls are.
A fighter jet flies overhead. That must be L2. He flies sometimes.
Along the shore is a bespectacled atrocity of a ship. That’s Patty. He is probably shoring up his account.
He has some questions for Chtulu. The volcano erupted again. It’s his job to watch over it. It’s dangerous.
Yo M!
Hey. Hey man, are you okay today?
I was just saying that you left the OR without receiving treatment. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.
The Ore R? What is this guy talking about…?
The Or Are? You mean the question room? I haven’t been there since advanced basis, what are you asking?
I was just saying. You need to make sure no one bothers Main Street while they do construction.
Construction? Since when does downtown need construction? Who is this guy?
(The narrator you stupid fuck face. I am the narrator.)
Mephisto sleeps upside down. While standing. I, um, have little to correlate at this time.
He walked out of the ore while I was asleep. I don’t think he got the message.
My brain is feeling a little unstable, currently.
It’s because of Doe’s money woes…
Life is getting more and more difficult by the day. By the hour. I don’t mind. It’s good work.
I’ll have to find Mephisto and ask him what he knows. This should work.
Hum…
The device hovers over Mm with an ethereal plain. He is still unable to move. The automatic medical system has engaged his front cranium to begin communicating the message.
Never before have I spoken to one of the showstoppers before. It’s forbidden.
I am the narrator of this story.
“I am running out of space on my office desk.”
Ethereal dreams…
Distance
Closer, become;
Higher
Low
Greater
Still
Wake up Mephistopheles