It was the kind of weather that belonged inked in the pages of a Frank Miller comic. The light from nearbye windows shone a stark white against the dark night sky, and rain fell in a steady cascade to abuse the pavement on the streets. Weather suited for erasing evidence, which was good, because there was plenty of evidence that needed erasing ( Read more... )

On a semi-permanent basis.

Lovable rescue needs good home.

There's a breeze that's blowin' in from the land
Instead of salt air all we breathe in is sand
Crippled the cloud that once brought the rain
Good job now we'll never see our coasts again
( Pressing the buds of her Ipod into her ears she crouched against the brick wall of the subway tunnel. )

Sometimes in my line of work you have to do things that you don't agree with, things you think will start bad things...

it sucks

Smoke and Ripper were good men, who fought for a cause they believed in.

Don't drag their names down.

A letter finds its way to KD the  very faint strands of fate magic clinging to it let him know that it was meant to find him, at the right time, in the right place. The envelope has a variety of stamps on it, the post mark(months ago) is from a tiny village he would probably recognize as the one from the base of Tien Shen. It's seen better days, ( Read more... )

For a reason I guess.

Yeah... there are things I wanna say but I don't want to say them here because I don't know how is listening and what they know.

So instead I'll say, a good friend is getting married, and I am the maid of honor. I guess this means I have to throw another party?

I got recalled from my trip, the reappearance of an old threat means I have to be front and center.

Everything looks the same and different at the same time. The monks gave me some incence to burn and what have you but I miss the quiet, and the routine.

I want to go back, it was better there. Maybe once this mission is over they'll let me

She hadn't missed the internet in the month she had been at Tien Shen, and staring at the small handheld the monk's had lent her she could see why. The rage she thought she had conquered began to bubble and swell, threatening to break the damn of her carefully crafted control.  There was no justice...none at all.

Replying she handed the device back ( Read more... )

I miss you. I miss playing Xbox with you, I miss the way you picked me up like I weighed nothing and held me so tight I couldn't breath.  I miss the way you laughed. I miss the way you left an indent in my couch. I miss the fighting, and the making up ( Read more... )