It must be Halloween, but this year doesn't seem to have much variety. Actually, it looks more like someone let an uncreative person clothe everyone in the dregs of a bargain barrel of leftovers from a Halloween store after last year's rush. There's a ghost, a vampire, a zombie, a witch, a pirate a few toothy vegetables, and pretty much every ( Read more... )

There's no better way to show off his strength than by breaking things. Right now, those things would be tree limbs (from a neighbor's brush pile and Nephrite even actually asked permission; he's definitely changing). He pulls them apart as easily as if they're twigs, and gathers them into a large heap in the center of a stone ring he's ( Read more... )

Kunzite has stubbornness, but he lacks Zoisite's effortless resistence. Where emotions or worries are thrust away from the wall Kunzite erects around himself, they seem to simply melt away in the face of Zoisite's calm ( Read more... )

One Nephrite is currently on the prowl. He walks slowly, eyeing his targets through narrowed eyes. He picks them up easily and tosses them aside. They'll have bruises from this ( Read more... )

Ami stops short the second she steps inside. Her eyes take in the ransacked room with more than a little trepidation. They move back and forth, assessing the damage. She stays that way long enough to begin to worry she won't be able to move again, when she finally does ( Read more... )

In a strange dark corner of...the nexus in general? an alleyway? It's so dirty and dark, it's impossible to tell, there lies a small simple doll. Its arm is broken off at the shoulder, and there's a needle in its chest. Beside the broken doll is a hand as blue as the fabric covering the arm it's attached to. The girl lying there is young, with what ( Read more... )

He doesn't like the idea, but he has no real choice. Without doing this, they will surely lose the war. Their strength is depleted already. Still, Endymion watches the lake for a long time before he makes his move. He stays grim and serious, expression unchanging. His black armor suits his dark face ( Read more... )

Mizuno Ami is confronted walking down the street, trying to read a book. Her admirer (a drunk, she assumes at first) is generous. He praises her eyes, her lips, her legs, and she plays up to it, enjoying the attention and the compliments. Just to drive him on further, she keeps the book in front of her face and gives him only half her attention ( Read more... )

firextinguished hadn't been expecting much out of her birthday, for the simple reason that no one around her knows the date. She should have taken account of the nexus.

shadowedflames, it turns out, has already discovered the treat left: a large buffet table full of cakes and desserts. By the time firextinguished gets there, she's sitting in a chair with a plate of cake on her lap, happily ( Read more... )

Worries, Nephrite decides, are like dirt. Every time he gets rid of them, they come back! It's the dirt he's focused on at first. He scrubs the counters hard enough to wear away the finish. He overzealously mops the floor - and trips thanks to its slipperiness once he's done. He catches his stumble before he falls, and curses the mop and the ( Read more... )