The Flux Gate's north-eastern Conduit has begun to shiver and shake for no discernible reason! Much like last time, when the Gate itself had spewed that awful poison gas which had put everyone out of sorts, this small off-shoot battery at the northern wall has begun to take on a very familiar manner.
Its normally calm blue glow has blossomed into a ( Read more... )

*cautiously steps out of apartment 2, makes her way as far as the staircase, and sits down, rocking herself*

Start to feel trapped, a need to escape soon follows. Can't have that. Recess, a walk around the exercise yard.

*rooting around in the kitchen, checking the same cabinets over again and slamming them closed*

Got to be something- makeshift. Got to do it so she won't remember how to get out.

*leaning against the outside wall of Niflheim, still gripping Riddick's knife*

It isn't finished.

((She's tired, but will attack most people if approached, so... do so at your own risk.))

Building up like bile, bubbling up and out and forcing everything out ahead of it until it's all that's left no end to it you're bleeding out and there's no one to blame except you don't want to anymore, all that left a long time ago. You don't remember any of it.

*~The static of the inntercomm screeches to life with heavy scratching as the microphone is jostled and tapped.~* Is this damn thing on...? ... oh.This is General Colonel Vladimir Kozlov, and the current day and time is Saturday, the Sixteenth of the Month of March, at thirteen hundred hours. That is one o'clock for you civilians. Those of ( Read more... )

*sitting in the main area of Midgard Apartment 2, meditating with a small object clasped in her hands*

((TODAY IS HERS AND EDS ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY! \:D/ She's makin' him a present. So anyone who wants to bug her -- say, for example, Ling who's looking for Greed -- she's there for the pestering. 8D))

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Well, shit. I almost forgot how fantastic it felt to be sore every-fucking-where.

[ Private to Alphonse | Loud Knocking on his door two hours before noon ]

Oi, more-than-runty mc runt runt, I forgot t'talk to you about somethin' last time we met!

[ / Private ]

[ Private to...Ling? | A note left on his bed ]

You feelin better, slanty-eyes?

[ / Private ]

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((continuing the rage from this thread here))

*yelling at Allen, PISSED OFF BEYOND ALL REASON for practically no reason at all*

BULLSHIT!! I KNOW WHAT I SAW JUST NOW.