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[Holidays on the meteor.]
[All in all, godhood has treated Rose well. There is less to worry about when you can see a virtual list of consequences ahead of you. The fact that she knows she'll see her mother again helped as well. But it wasn't her mother, was it? Genetically the same, but the woman she was raised by was still dead, left behind in a ( Read more... ) -
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[it's 11pm, do you know where your lieutenant is?]
[she's 8 years old and wandering East City on her own.] -
NO HUSH THIS IS TOTALLY ORIGINAL AND FINE.
[A dream.]
[That's what she says to herself, the small part of her that still is herself. It's a dream. It has to be. The asteroid can be frigid, and her feet are bare - the cold of the metal floor should be shooting up her ankles, crawling up her legs, but she can't feel it. She's gliding on shadows, leaving black tendrils in her wake. It's a ( Read more... ) -
pay attention to me pay attention to me pay attention to me
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] is now an idle chum! -- -
lalalala
( geronimoooo ) -
❀ polar opposites don't push away
[This isn't a time in which she needs make a good impression. Her opponent receives a polite but solemn curtsy, the long rifles of her trade edging out from beneath her skirt. A cordial wave of her cap doubles their number ( Read more... ) -
born this way etc
[it's three am, do you know where your lieutenant is?]
[SHE'S BANGING ANGRILY ON YOUR DOOR.] -
relationships - gargleblasted
"We soldiers should be the only ones with blood on our hands.
If the world can be expressed through equivalent exchange as alchemists claim,
then for future generations to be happy,
as payment we must shoulder corpses across a river of blood."
( Is it all right to believe in a future where everyone can live happily? )
