*Riddick is wondering through the streets of queens reign hoping that something fun will happen he had been bored for weeks now and he was starting to feel the itch to do something about it which was not good as that would normally mean he had to go kill something ( Read more... )

"Mein Gepäck..entschuldigen" exclaimed the fiery-haired woman. Her frantic eyes hopelessly searched the crowded streets for her misplaced luggage. She clutched her remaining parcel closely and felt the small coin purse strapped within the smothering layers of her garments. The cold, flat surfaces of the schillings eased her with an uncertain sense ( Read more... )

Susumu sat in the meeting room with the ambassador’s assistants; his elbows on the table and fingers laced underneath his chin. He knew the ambassador was not irresponsible, and his absence from the meeting had roused the ninja’s suspicions. But Souji had left the room with such a determined look that Susumu fully expected him to return with the ( Read more... )

Souji felt uncomfortable in his suit as it was, but there was something about the day that caused him unease. He’d thought doubly so when one of the neighborhood cats who frequented the garden hissed at shadows, rather than Souji himself as he went out for his morning exercises.

When he’d woken that morning, chest heavy with the night`s ( Read more... )

Ah, Cafe Leblanc. That brilliantly changing landscape upon which the intellectually cowardly could dance in an obscene parody of genuine politics. Such cynicism cavorted with equal ferver in the mind of Mr. Dorian Gray as he ran his hand along the obsessively intricate oak comprising the far table at which he was seated ( Read more... )

It was depressing, walking next to the police officer. The man was unhappy. Now that he'd finished fooling around and venting his frustration (bottled up from the ship's captain, probably), the boy named Crow could feel it radiating off 'Rupert' in waves. Not quite sadness, maybe, but certainly an underlying unhappiness, the sensation of being a ( Read more... )

Back home (if home really existed somewhere other than the fuzzy recesses of his mind), people would have called it karmic. Spend all your time helping murderers and rapists find inner peace, and it'll come back to get you ( Read more... )

The afternoon out had been tiring for Souji, although he was smiling when they returned home. He couldn’t believe how comforting it was, to have someone he could speak to-in Japanese no less--who knew everything. While there was certainly denial regarding his health ( Read more... )

-There is a letter sitting on Lusk's desk not unlike the other one, It reads-

Inspector ( Read more... )

((time wise this is taking place sometime on the everning of Thursday but I wasn't able to actually do it.))

-On hearing the shot Riddick quickly flattens himself against the wall and peers through the rain to see if he can see anything. When he can't he walks quickly to the first door number 627 and knocks fairly loudly.-