Death walks the Sunless Lands ( Read more... )

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She leads Raph upstairs by the hand, a strange sort of gleam in her eyes, a step and a half ahead of him. She reaches his door and throws it open.

...The room there is most pointedly not his room. The walls are plaster, for one, instead of cinderblock, and it's... well... it's a lot bigger. There's a family picture above a ( Read more... )

*Death by the waterfront, skipping small stones in the water for the Squid to skip back to her. She's got a bottle of spiced rum by her side, and she takes a swig before holding it out to Raph as he wanders up, not turning around.*

Tommy Vercetti holds his gun in one hand, and his intestines in the other.
He is slumped in the back of an abandoned taxi cab, watching his blood ooze across the battered black vinyl and seep into the old yellow foam of the upholstery, staining it a strange orange.

He got the cheap hood- the other cheap hood, let's be honest- that gutted him. He' ( Read more... )

He kissed me.

I ought to be pissed off at Desire, or shocked, or... something.

I shouldn't be happy.

But I am.

I think I'll go with that.

This is not how it's supposed to work.

It's just not.

Desire?

You and me have to have us a talk.

Well. That was interesting.

I have to get Hob settled. I have to talk to Constantine.

Then I have to get back to work.

If I stick around here much longer, I'm going to wind up throwing in the towel. And I don't get that option.

I miss my brother.

You know, it's bad enough they feel the need to play games with the poor bastards... but to do it on supposedly neutral ground?

I don't like it.

And I know Destruction isn't going to like it.