The Arcologist writes:

It was only through the good offices of TalCorp itself that I escaped, and survived, the previous Vector.  Despite the ancient nature of the technology itself, bullets are still very effective murder weapons.  A portion of the scar will never fade, unless I give into their offers of reconstructive surgery.

I think I'll continue ( Read more... )

 [ And Deathwing raised his claws, with a great laugh, a great sneer, preparing to strike the fatal blow through the Lifebinder's throat. Yes, any minute now, he'd meet sweet, sweet flesh, bleed her out and reign supreme. But everything had faded so fast, colors swirling, terrain blending together, until before he knew it, he was falling, energy ( Read more... )

[War is no place for a little girl.]

[And yet here is one, standing on the very edge of a building, watching as a storm of uniformed soldiers sweep through the streets. Propped on her shoulder is a pink umbrella - it has a pumpkin head at the top - and in her mouth is the last little bit of a cherry lolipop which has left her lips looking rather ( Read more... )

 One day it's nice and sunny, the next...people are coming out of nowhere!

Thackery races for his life as he tries to dodge the people, until one of them passes by, stepping on his foot, causing him to hiss and limp to a safe area.

He curls up and whines in pain, licking his foot, trying to make it feel better, but the pain just keeps coming.  He ( Read more... )

The Arcologist writes:

I had begun to relax perhaps more than I should have.  The places I had visited so often recently were odd, to be sure, but entirely benign in nature.  Their strangeness and their softness was comforting to me, however confusing or silly they may have been at times.  The weight of my long travels had seemed so much lighter ( Read more... )

{Katrina has a few questions going through her head, including the following:

-What is happening right now?

-Where did he go?

-Why am I dressed like a popstar?

She pushes her way through the crowd, avoiding the camera flashes. She is searching for someone, or a way to get out, again. There's no time for photos!} 

The Arcologist writes:

I have been to festivals and grand parades.  There have been tourneys, public hangings, grand concerts, and fireworks and displays of every type and scope.  Yet never in all my travels have I seen a gathering quite like this one.

I wonder if they are all mad.

Oh, they're certainly friendly (and colorful) enough.  And there seems ( Read more... )

Tamaki came through the door to his Normal Commoner House after [what at least felt like] a full day of Everyday Commoner Blue-to-White Collar work ( Read more... )

A majestic mansion.   The garden well kept.  The inside of the mansion look like something out of a romance novel or thereabouts ( Read more... )

The Arcologist writes:

The music has finally stopped.  I was certain that I was going to go crazy before it ended.  What could they be thinking, allowing such a thing?  It may be that it is all part of some hidden plot, but that seems ridiculously far-fetched, even for so notorious an organization.  I may never know the true cause.

I am looking ( Read more... )