[Warmth.   Light.   Anticipation.

He was surrounded on all sides by others. Hundreds. Thousands. Formless. Waiting and basking in the love and safety and comfort of their home. Together and focused for one purpose. Hope. Light. Birth.


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( there's a light there's a sun taking all the shattered ones (cut for length) )

[It's just silence at first. Maybe the person who's on the other end is regretting this call. Or maybe it was all an accident; it happens all the time, right? But then there's a sigh, in a woman child's voice. Some of you might know her from that tone alone. But maybe not. When she speaks, her voice is curt. She's upset; maybe she's even been ( Read more... )

[Behold the snow. Because Jaime sure as hell is.]

[At the moment, he is beholding it from atop a set of ruined steps, cracked and threaded through with vines. He's in the ruins, of course, and by the look of it, he's annoyed as hell.]I've little stomach for excessive snowfall, but it seems that Anatole has decided to behave itself like the ( Read more... )

[Red. In-your-face red. Both figuratively and literally, as the Forge is pressed up against the bright red wood of - welp, it's hard to say what it is until the camera pulls back to reveal that it's a place to sit. Or to put stuff (namely baskety stuff) - and it's attached to what looks like the bastard child of a clock and a unicycle.

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Intoxication is such a poor excuse for bad behavior.

Not that I've happened to see any of late. [Except Teresa making out with some guy. Shut up, she's not jealous.] Actually, for the most part I've seen a good deal of [incredibly annoying] altruism and gathering of supplies - let's all get together and make soup kitchens and stock up ( Read more... )

[ The angle of the feed should be enough to show that it's an accidental because, really, all you're seeing is the floor. It's an interesting floor, though; it's carpeted, and strewn with hundreds of what look like tiny little crackers that look a little something like this. Yup. Those. ]

[ Hundreds of those. They're small, yes, (and apparently ( Read more... )

( this is the way the world ends. )

( I have come to ask Your Majesty to keep Maximilien Robespierre in France. I have need of him. )

[ There is a mildly sleepy looking angel on the Forge. Sleepy or annoyed, it's your guess. He musses his hair and then frowns at the Forge. ]

Oy. Raphael. Where are you staying in this place?

[ Michael then looks thoughtful, or as thoughtful as he possibly can, given the circumstances. And whatever makes him don that visage makes him irritated, ( Read more... )