Mar 19, 2011 11:37
[The monotonous grey of the sky grinds on ones nerves. It's difficult to tell the passage of time, but watches and phones still count the passage, and it's most definitely Sunday morning.
The only light is the laboratory, shining out onto the void.
Most have survived the night, so what do you do now?]
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Time is running out.]
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...Che diavolo...?
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Well, this should be interesting. Is everyone okay?
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((Feel free to trash the school. Trust us.))
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Actually, no I don't.]
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[Winged dude with a sword, stepping up behind the kid.]
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Is Nyx's unloved little cousin, actually. We clearly ran out of budget.
Erebus roars, shattering the stillness of the void.]
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[> Load guns.]
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And Rosier stands below him, eyes glowing brightly and gigantic, dark black leathery wings out of his back. Oops.]
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[ COUNTING HER KNIVES asdfgd ]
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