[ he was warned about stairs, man. he was told. but the need for challenging a certain adversary was greater than his ineptitude at walking, even with his fancy new robot legs. it definitely wasn't the first time he'd thrown caution to the wind and paid the price for it, but this particular instance resulted in him hitting basically every stair ( Read more... )

[ and suddenly there's a stillness that settles over Shibuya like a blanket of snow on the ground, muffling every sound, stifling every sight. but then there's an explosion of light and sound and color and Shibuya almost sounds like it's screaming. Sho's so exhausted that the rush of energy and power is almost too much for him to take; reigning ( Read more... )

7 minutes in HEAVEN

Stuck in a closet! It won't open until you do something with that person stuck in there with you. ♥ Feel free to exceed that seven minute time limit, honhon.

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[ Gino needs to get out of the house. he's been all over this fabricated, easily-manipulated city (and screwed around with it a little, wishing weird things on it just to see if it would work), and he's taken the trains back and forth in time. he's been back to Britannia and he's been to Japan before it was Area 11 and he's been to Area 11 before ( Read more... )

[Jeremiah isn't the type of man to back down on his word. He puts his money where his mouth is, and he's damned proud of that fact. Too many men he's known throughout the years, both within the aristocracy and the military, have talked big, but when it came down to it, they just weren't up to guff. Not him. He has the will and the means to go ( Read more... )

[ clock tower, huh. he remembers his place, somehow. the tower itself is familiar, at least, but the rest of it doesn't seem to ring a bell. still, the familiarity of the tower is good enough, and he scales it for a better vantage point, shielding his eyes against the setting sun on the horizon. he also remembers kicking a certain princess' ass ( Read more... )

[ The sunny summer peace is pierced by the confident strumming of a guitar filtering through the windows outside the house, Suzaku leaning back on a leftover palm tree, as out of place as the poor thing but just as happy to be there in the garden, ankles crossed and curly head up. In his arms is the battered guitar from Ukiyo, tuned one last time,  ( Read more... )

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[ wishing to have palm trees and a hammock in the front... yard-like-thing of a big city apartment hadn't been an easy task for the magic wishing air to manage but it did it somehow, and Gino immediately took advantage of it. it didn't matter if people stopped and stared at the completely unurban foliage. it's more and more like home every day ( Read more... )