Karla was in a Mood. A bad one. First, that little snack Alluka had brought for her had gotten away. Now, something was happening around the island and, whatever it was, she didn't like it. She was hungry, all the lovely fog was going away, and she just wanted to bite something until it bled and screamed and died. The bodies of several hollows ( Read more... )

Their efforts against the monsters yesterday had had a real effect. There was nothing left to do for now besides find the monster that lived in the principal's tower-- perhaps with her death, something would change.

And so, a small group assembled on Sunday morning to make that a reality.

( Zoe was less than pleased about the current state of affairs on her island. )

Karla could sense new people on the island; new minds brimming with life and vitality. Slow, stupid minds that hadn't yet grasped the horrors that were waiting for them in the dark. What a pity. Soon so many of them would die, prey for the predators on the island. As one of those predators, Karla smiled--with her real face, not the soft, fleshy one ( Read more... )

Anyone hiking through this patch of woods throughout the day would notice something distinctly...odd. Normally, it was a simple stand of trees surrounding what appeared to be a small cave, bare for the winter, but otherwise unremarkable. Sometimes, though, there would be a moment and things would...shift. A flicker, a blink, and for the barest ( Read more... )

The island must have heard Allie's conversation with Peter last week and decided to be funny.

On the ground next to a tree deep in the preserve was a small pile of clothing and a sheathed katana. In the branches of the tree there was a large bat.

Stupid island.

[Off to the beach for a week!]

"I am so bucking tired of this!"

Dante had just wanted to leave the dorms, but even that was an adventure with these docking stupid things going around. First he'd slipped down the stairs - somehow managing to make it look like he was riding a skateboard down the lawn - and then he'd bumped into an alot of mallets. Had you ever seen a pony ( Read more... )

Allie was making her usual late night pass through the preserve when suddenly there was a pile of dark clothing and a sword on the ground while a large bat swooped through the dark sky.

Stupid island.

[Off to Rome until the 14th. Don't have too much fun without me!]

Ringo had been mulling over that time she'd drunkenly asked Dante to get her into a fight since it had happened. Not that she'd been obsessed or anything, just considering it in the back of her head. It had occurred to her that she was, well, out of practice. She'd barely even worn her Regalia since arriving in Fandom, much less utilized it ( Read more... )

Really, there were old habits that died hard whenever Reno made his way to the island. For example, for all he liked to pretend that he didn't give a shit about his abilities, that his speed and dexterity and fighting skills were all just natural to him, Reno had developed a habit, in his years around Fandom, of going out and training. A run around ( Read more... )

These woods had been his home for about seven days now. The bad thing was that it was freaking hot here. Every single morning Bellamy woke up, his hair was matted to his head and his clothes were damp with sweat and clinging to him. The good thing was that Bellamy was used to this sort of thing. He'd survived in worse conditions ( Read more... )