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The curse is over. I for one decided to stay inside. Demon blood is an unpleasant thing to smell as is other blood, and so I spent my time in the bathtub.

Nicodemus has left the City, as I saw his image in the Hall of the Missing. I've heard many things about him, namely that he was evil and a demon, but he treated me well for whatever ends he ( Read more... )

Hmm, it seems the City has endowed me with some kind of letter on my cape. P can stand for a number of things: perseverence, planning, practical, precocious, peaceful...

(ooc: what ego? ^^; )

(Absentminded 'talking to self' voice, staticky and coming from the Halberd's radio)

It sounds like the Factory clock, that hollow pounding in the back of my mind. Like a second pulse. The heart of everything, the center of this tiny little universe. Round and round goes the hands, and round and round go our lives with it. I've never heard it stop. ( Read more... )

Sounds of firing beam cannons -- the Halberd has all its guns trained on a single point in the sky in a brilliant yellow blast.

All offensive units on deck! Focus fire with the cannons, and stay clear of the mobile arm! Increase antigravity and get us higher! The sky is rippling. There really is a shield there. We'll break that in no time with this ( Read more... )

Kirby. Why you've come to this forsaken place, is a mystery. Be careful. I hope you are well.

Nicodemus, thank you for allowing me to stay with you for this long. A friend of mine is preparing a room for me in another area, and I'll be moving there once it is complete. I'm afraid the scale of these places isn't quite suited to me. Do you want any ( Read more... )

Come back here. Where--

Ugh. Nicodemus, is this some kind of prank of yours?

I can't put my mask back on. It falls right out of my hands. My gloves, too, shoes, cape, everything. Even Galaxia. I can't even carry my sword! This must be some kind of curse...it explains why all the humans aren't wearing clothes. I hope no one has seen me... ( Read more... )

What I am not, contrary to possible popular belief

- A ball, no matter how much you insist I look like one.
- A balloon -- I am not filled with air, and I do have internal organs so far as I know (I've never seen them, nor the plans for my creation).
- Squishy -- I will not allow you to throw me, step on me, or otherwise physically abuse me.
- A child ( Read more... )

*thrashing and shouting*

Hands -- those hands, get them out of my flesh...so many serpents writhing through me -- biting --

Who are you? Who are you?!

Eyes...where--

Not Nightmare...but the hands, they--

*muffled screaming that reaches a pained shout*

Away!

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*shallow panting*
...A dream...yes. Only a dream. Always a dream, now. Last night wasn't ( Read more... )