How many of you are agents of death? I don't mean those who have taken a mere few lives, but those who are responsible for death on a grand scale, who have wiped out hundreds or thousands of people. Entire populations, perhaps. Worlds ( Read more... )

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[Lithuania is in the orchard picking mushrooms. Leafeon is with her, carrying the basket. As for why the vine is recording this entirely mundane activity, that's because Lithuania is singing. While the song is in Lithuanian, it's an entirely silly song about a mushroom war. She's very good at singing, so the vine is following along as she works ( Read more... )

[Jessica is on her bed, penned in by various notes and scribblings on looseleaf ( Read more... )

[ As always, the scroll unravels wherever your character may be and neat writing appears. ]

We're not meant to be at the roots. That's the source of your problems. The branches seem much nicer, don't they?

No matter, we're grateful. Some are attached to these Gardens for their own reasons. If they were to be destroyed... [ It trails off, but a ( Read more... )

Vine

So, it's probably fairly obvious that the current predicament is connected to the flowers. I know some of you are tearing them up, but I don't really see why we should be aiding our captors in maintaining our prison.

Why not let them grow and see what happens?

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[And of course she sets the robots to work, once she shows them how to ( Read more... )

[The streets of Vienna are winding and lovely. Somehow there is music playing, as if it was background music ( Read more... )

[Lithuania had been forced to make a run in the sudden rain to the nearest building that didn't look like it was falling apart, and so had ended up in the library with Leafeon close on her heels. There were worse places to spend a storm, she supposed, once you got over the strange selection of books and ignored the books on sex in favor of the ( Read more... )

[There is a look of absolute bliss on the woman's face. Her features soft, her brown eyes dark and liquid in a face turned golden by the sun. Those who know her, who she is and what she does, will know this look well. Perhaps it will strike a chord in others as well, those with addictions that consume their minds and wrack their veins ( Read more... )

[ A scroll unravels from the vine. The writing is light, yet clear and plain to read with little identifying quirks. ]

You went far, but not far enough. Want rid of your fears? The walls are gone, so take what's yours.