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"So," Dr. Cockroach begins, rubbing his hands together gleefully, "what's the topic tonight ( Read more... )

As the sun starts to sink this evening, Axel has an amazing view from the top of the Station Tower--

--if he could be bothered to use it. He's all stretched out on his back, on the ledge he and Roxas sit on, fingers laced on his chest, face to the sky.

Buildings and fire don't get along all that well, so I figured I'd be a good patron/citizen and practice my fire-based illusions and magic outside. Some people think magic is all smoke and mirrors. To be fair, most of it is. However, one might say that I am the exception to that general 'rule'. While I have put to use both smoke and mirrors ( ( Read more... )

Things had certainly gone bad quickly at the Tower. Clara didn't feel any real guilt over leaving even so, however, particularly because she had never been fond of many of the mages that she'd been told had died the quickest. Surely nobody deserved to be perverted and turned into Abominations, but she and the rest of her group had tried to work ( Read more... )

There's an insect-headed man sitting in a booth in the bar, insectile chin in his humanoid hand. There's a pile of old wrappers, a styrofoam cup and an old slipper in front of him, as well as a large mug of a hot liquid, steam rising from it to curl around his antennae.

At the end of the table in front of him is a sign:

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There were few things that were as exhausting to Jaenelle as a visit to Little Terrielle ( Read more... )

Kira was growing ever more lonely and restless; he passed from place to place without really stopping for more than a few moments. Roxas had suggested things for him to do - he had tried to explore the town, but he barely registered the landmarks as he walked through ( Read more... )

"Tonight we're talking about Christmas. Holidays. How do you handle them? Feel about them? Celebrate them?

"Give me a call. Let me know. Lines are open."

Being solitary was something she'd come to be surprisingly good at over the past few years. It was rather difficult to make friends when you were attempting to hide what you were doing from the people you'd been around your entire life. What made matters worse was that the people who should have by all rights wanted to (or at least, had reason to) ( Read more... )