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[PROJECT] Orders Are Orders [STORY] | For Louis
Ignia struggled against the bindings, while the spider watched her with growing interest
ð¥ Ugh. I hate bugs... ð·ïž My, my. Still struggling? What's wrong, candle girl? Isn't it flammable? Perhaps we could have a little fun before- ðžïž Widow.
The spider stopped immediately
ð·ïž ...Yes? ðžïž What were your orders? ð·ïž To stop them? ðžïž And? ð·ïž ...Nothing else. ðžïž Then explain what you're doing.
The spider glanced at the bound mage
ð·ïž I thought- ðžïž You weren't asked to think beyond your orders. You were ordered to stop them. Nothing more. Keep them restrained and off the path ð·ïž ...Understood. ðžïž Good. The threads of fate are not yours to rewrite
Once they were gone, Ignia hung helplessly in her bindings. She glanced at her teammates and sighed
ð¥ How am I supposed to get this stuff out of my hair...?

