For Jenna, things had recently been pretty normal as far as Taxon goes. Gain people, lose double. Lose one, gain none. She was starting to learn the ins and outs of the city and hated what she'd come to notice ( Read more... )

Kobra had never seen snow in his life. Not that he had ever felt a particular urge to do so; in the hot desert days he was much more likely to dream of buckets full of ice cubes than snow. Though he would've taken it, if ice cubes weren't available ( Read more... )

Liberty spikes and a neon purple suit.

The owner of said hairstyle and impeccable fashion statement can only stare, mouth agape and looking like a fish out of water. He is a fish out of water. Or at least, a mammal out of the desert, or ( Read more... )

The room was dark and silent. The moonlight entering through the open window - DG, sitting on Glitch's bed with her knees hugged to her chest and her cheeks stained with tears, hadn't had the presence of mind to draw the curtains after sunset - was barely sufficient for the tablet. Not that she knew she was being recorded. The last thing that she ( Read more... )

"You don't look...all together well."

That voice. It comes from nothing, from air, but it is unmistakable, like a memory

(Wesley)

being replayed before her eyes and ears.

But the room is silent and empty and impossibly small. Only she exists inside its borders.  Nothing but falsities, tricks meant to distort her reality and dwell on what cannot be, ( Read more... )

The visual flickers to Party, curled up in the back of his car, looking a cross between very confused, very embarrassed, and maybe a little scared. That's what you get when you push a witch into an oven, but he's not quite sure how to put that one in to words. He's used to killing people, but right now he's not exactly in Taxon's good books, never ( Read more... )

( Cain, Dec 7 )

[ The video was accidental, that much could be gathered from the angle and silence that came through it. A box was just about visible, or at least you could assume it was a box given that Helen was removing and replacing things in it - letters, photographs and objects that fit neat enough in her hand to not be visible. But what you could note of ( Read more... )

Like all stories, so too should that of magical Taxonia come to an end. Snow had settled quietly on the ground and on the bare branches of the trees like mittens and cloaks, and it looked as though Taxon would be granted a white holiday season once more, after all ( Read more... )

( The End of Rumplestiltsglitch )