"I'm not his keeper..." Schuldig's voice trailed off as something wrenched inside his chest. It was a sensation he hadn't felt since he was a child, under Rosenkreuz's tender ministries - gut-twisting fear. And not even fear of anything in particular, but some nebulous, animalistic awareness that something, somewhere, had gone horribly wrong ( Read more... )

As Aya left the coffee shop, his nose wrinkled slightly against the fresh air. Despite their quaint airs they were always such horrendously smoke-filled places and quickly earned his disdain because of it. He felt what could, he hesitantly admitted, be described as a twinge in his stomach at the memories the clouds of smoke brought ( Read more... )

Disembarking the ship at Hollow Bastion, Aya couldn't help but feel for the first time in his life, unnecessarily shaken. It had been his first ride in one of the gummi ships and it was a bumpy one. Even so, the entire experience thus far had been something worthy of the glimpses he had had of his sister’s affinity for mecha related television all ( Read more... )