Usually after waking up in Kurogane’s bed Fay would give himself a few moments to just lie there and feel fuzzy. Today, however, the mage did no such thing: he untangled himself from the ninja and got dressed quickly. There was something he knew he had to do.

He poked Kurogane awake, and said, “We’re going out.”

There was an announcement on the bulletin board ( Read more... )

The announcement was written with a fairly nice handwriting, easy enough to read though not necessarily perfect, in both English and Japanese.

( Ladies and Gentlemen! )

A young man, about twenty years old and ethereally beautiful arrives at the entrance to the park. He has radiant blond curls, stormy grey eyes, and appears entirely flawless in face and form. The effect is somewhat spoiled, however, by his grubby t-shirt, unstylish torn jeans, and trainers with holes in the toes. Looking around, he smiles, and ( Read more... )

((Backdated to just after Kohaku's app.))Kohaku wandered down Main Street, peering curiously at the shops and their brightly-coloured contents. He wrinkled his nose at the brash, almost -vulgarity of it, and reflected in the windows the white dragon half-snarled and snorted. It had been a long while since he had had to decipher western script of ( Read more... )

With a rumbling roar like a frieght train down a tunnel, a long, green-maned, white dragon is flung from the nothingness to land in an undignified heap of coils on the hard ground. Although he might be small for his species, the creature must be fifty feet long at the very least. Untangling himself, he looks about, green eyes flickering with ( Read more... )