The holidays were certainly pleasant with a nice visit with Blaze, Onyx and meeting Forte, and then of course there was the very sweet Christmas Eve with Midnight and their exchange of gifts ( Read more... )

It was quite obvious to anyone who glanced or passed by Vesper that Vesper was in a very good mood. He was dressed in warm winter clothing, making his way through the few and thinning crowds in Central District of Reality Vanish as he headed home ( Read more... )

It felt a little strange to Vesper to be showing up to see Blaze and not have the visit be work related ( Read more... )

Vesper hadn't been home very long, but already he was fidgeting with things around the apartment. Mainly a pesky string of lights that he had up around the edge of the window. Simple and a tasteful white, but not very cooperative.

The whole time Vesper kept asking himself, 'How do people put up long strings of these things everywhere?A familiar ( Read more... )

First Vesper met with Blaze in the Nexus and then a few days later met with Onyx. After speaking with Onyx, plans were made for Vesper to check up on Blaze at a later date to see if he could help in some way.

He waited for Onyx to contact him before heading over to see Blaze. Vesper wasn't sure what to expect.

" So long, Caretaker."

There was no sarcasm in what was said. Soft words with some sadness. He turned on his heel and headed home.

After a few paces, Vesper's head sunk a little. Now watching the ground pass beneath his feet, it shouldn't be too long of a walk to get back home.

'My Creator gave me life. And for a period of time, a purpose. My ( Read more... )

The sun was setting, giving the water a rich blue color. The crowds on the beach were thinning out but Vesper didn't move from his spot.

He was waiting for Midnight. Even though they lived together, they didn't see much of each other. Not as much as you might think for roommates. After chatting a little in the Nexus, the decided to make more ( Read more... )

There was so much to think about. V2 was laying on his small futon in his apartment, just staring up at the ceiling. He had talked to several people about what had happened, sometimes the things people said seemed to help but sometimes it just stirred up other emotions.

There were so many emotions. Sometimes he wish he never learned how to feel ( Read more... )

Um, let's see. I found those guys again that taught me that kicking game. They wanted me to spend the day with them so I saw no harm in it ( Read more... )

I hate the beach ( Read more... )