"Daniel Dreiberg and Adrian Veidt have gone home."

The voice that greets the residents of Taxon is tired, older than the last time he addressed them.  Haggard, you might even say, with a hint more actual humanity to it and without the muffled quality it usually has; he's not wearing his face right now.  Rorschach doesn't want to pollute it with the ( Read more... )

 Willow was tired of Taxon. She was annoyed with the aliens and tired of everything that had happened lately. The fireworks on the fourth of July had been nice, but they wouldn't be able to take everything away and make it better. She'd tried contacting Eowyn lately to no avail and now it seemed like Sookie was gone, too. Stupid hamsters. It was ( Read more... )

The video feed shows Adrian, just around dusk, sitting on the step of a building. He has a bicycle leaned next to him, and a solemn look on his face. He has a few things he needs to say to people ( Read more... )

Hello Taxon! You are greeted with the visual of a face peering closely into the visual feed. A tiny Dan Dreiberg is sitting cross legged on his adult counterpart's couch with his face inches away from the tablet, with nose, eyes and glasses filling the screen. He knows exactly what the device is and how to use it, but everything else is a fog. He ( Read more... )

Walter stirs under the jacket and pokes his head out. It seems too early, it's far too quiet for it to be time to wake yet, but then it hasn't stopped him in the past. He likes the quiet, without the other boys to avoid and the timing needed to make sure he gets his spot at the table, or by the window, or...most any place he's found and tried to ( Read more... )

Eowyn woke up slowly. The last she remembered was that she had passed out on a battlefield. She slowly pushed herself up from the cold floor, wincing when she put pressure on her broken arm, which had been tended to, though she couldn’t think of anyone who would have done so. She also noticed that she was no longer in the armor she had worn, but ( Read more... )

The presence of Aliens in the building was something uniquely un-ignorable, and uniquely catch-able ( Read more... )

The sun's scrambled high into the sky like a sure-footed kid climbing a tree-it's the itch under his collar and the sweat on his palms. He raises the hoe and swings it down into dry earth, sending up a puff of dust. There's always one weed left. Sun's baleful glare on his back, he drives the blade in again. He hears himself grunt (it sounds more ( Read more... )

 Rorschach's meeting with one of their captors had not gone to plan.  He had known not to expect too much; they had been reluctant to show themselves at all if the words of other people could be trusted, but even so.  He had hoped answers could be gleaned, if not forced.

But the whimpering, cowering thing had only scuttled off at the earliest ( Read more... )

The city - so much smaller than it had been a few nights ago - was balanced on the edge of a knife. One mischievous breeze would be enough to push them off and send them tumbling into the fire. The humans were running in circles, unable to focus on what they really needed to be frightened of. The vampires were butting heads and burning bridges and ( Read more... )