Those keys, the ransacked effigies, the signs of life that script notes in our own handwriting, that have nibbled away at our carefully rationed winter larders ( Read more... )

All in all, once past the initial shock (though it seems several of you require further literal jolts of reality) are our circumstances truly all so different from our previous situation?

The boundaries have simply tightened, and disparities in control have become all the more transparent.

However, a vain struggle will only lead to further ( Read more... )

[Zexion's voice fluctuates...he sighs, and sounds tired as one who has gotten little sleep in the past few days, anxious and pensive as ever, but there's something curiously a bit more vibrant in his undertone than usual, if you've known him well.]

The nature of horrors I have encountered in these days past is not anything I wish to recount, so I ( Read more... )

[Zexion is in the library, pacing atop the circulation desk as water swells under the doors.]

Disgusting.

So much water damage. Half the fictional collection's cases. As if this place needed the excuse to mildew and rot any worse.

How fortunate the castle rests on higher ground.

What is the state of the streets? I take it this rising tide is uncommon ( Read more... )