GoA - Sometimes...Sometimes, people need someone to show them what is really importantMore Like This
" " Hanging over her papers, Mairitti couldn't help but growing desperate over the pile of work she had to do Why was there so much paperwork to do when you are a GuildMaster?!
A little dizzy, she decided to work on to get everything done before the night was over
"Hm?" As Karu came back from a nightly trip through the woods around the guild, he couldn't help but noticing the light in the GuildMaster's office was still burning "Mai-chaaaan?" He looked into the office, finding the blue haired elf asleep over her papers. "Hehehe " Smiling softly, the blonde leaned over the girl. "Isn't that a little uncomfortable, sleeping on all of this?"
"Mhmmm " Still half asleep, the girl waved with her hand to get rid of whatever was disturbing her nap
" " Smiling softly, Karu slowly removed the pen out of her hand, brushed her scarf away and placed the papers on the side. "I
GoA - Dating for DummiesImportant: Read the story in the artist-comment FIRST! Or you will be utterly confused about this!!More Like This
The weather in Nebel changed back to sunny, warm days...
Karu looked outside the window, enjoying the sunlight on his skin. A soft snort made him look back at the bed... There she lay... Wearing only her long shirt and Karu's scarf, Mairitti was still asleep in the bed, rolling herself to a ball, sneezing every now and then...
"Hehe..." Smiling softly, Karu walked up to her, tickling her nose to cause another sneeze.
"Mmmmh..." She rolled on the other side, pulling the pillow over her face, sleeping on as if nothing had happened...
Looking at her, Karu's face softened... 3 days... It had been only 3 days they had met each other again on the mountain, finally realizing how they actually felt for each other... So much trouble until they had been able to recognize the obvious...
"Pivuuuuuu..." A small white creature suddenly hopped up on Mairitti's head, tapping over it, playfully.
Silent Howling: chapter 9Chapter 9: Cradle ChatMore Like This
Jonas was fast asleep in the cockpit of the Silent Howl. Apart from a few marks and grazes, he had made it out relatively undamaged. The battle turned out better than he thought it could have done, but that was because they had the element of surprise. Jonas fell asleep not long after he took off; the strain had tired him out.
Every Lynx is a Lynx because of one thing. Their Allegorical Manipulation System capability. Anyone can pilot a Next, but without an AMS capability, all they would be able to do it basic movements. The premise behind someone with AMS capability is that they have a certain degree of psychic ability. Lynx can apply their psychic ability to their Next through the system, allowing the use of very difficult manoeuvres and feats of strength other people could only dream about. However, there is the downside that using this psychic ability puts a great strain on the mind of the Lynx. Everyone’s degree of ability is different causing a Lynx
ragdollThe day you came back for me was the day I was done. Lying there like a broken toy on the cold ground. You scooped me up and carried me off. It was snowing out side. I remember looking up at you and watching the flakes land on you and you smiled at me. I was so fragile and helpless. You whispered sweet words into my ear and kissed my forehead. "Don't be afraid, little bird," you whispered, "I'm right here. Don't be afraid."More Like This
So you took me home and kept me warm. You restiched all of my broken seams, and made me look and feel more vibrant. You'd sing sweet songs to me as you worked, and you told me stories of you life, and every day, I was looking forward to the time you took to improve me. Until one day, when I was complete. There was nothing else you could do to me. I sat on the shelf a waited. Waited for something bad to happen to me so that you could spend more time with me. I was too busy thinking about ways to hurt myself to get your attention, to pay attention to you. I didn't hea
The Return to Life: pt. 2It is funny how even at around sixty seven miles per hour, the world is in slow motion, but when sitting alone with a friend or a loved one, everything speeds up Matrix fast, allowing for nothing but those glimpses of laughter amid deep thought, or those tears shed when emotions are realized finally. No one really realizes how much of a power there is in receiving the out poor of emotion. It is a very vulnerable state. And yes, men as well as women, poor out their emotion. D thought about all of this as he whisked through the night on his motorcycle, tail well hidden as a belt, a flannel shirt covering his upper body, even though all it really did at this speed was fly behind like a stereotypical cape of superheroes and heroines.More Like This
Time did seem to slow, and as time slowed, and the mundane midnight ride was going to continue for its set amount of time, D reminised. Reminising is contemplation's younger brother, much more whimsical and less destructive, but still bringing its pain with it
The Return to LifeBoredom hits and droons into Deamon's head just as much as the rain outside. Looking around the rec room, things LOOK the same, but it is very different. While there are other students here, they all seem to be silohouttes, not real, not stable. Scratching a blue chin, Deamon's tail twitchs as he thinks about how life USED to be, with adventures, late night Danger Room scenarios, trips to random places, fighting random people ... as each small part of that group left, as did a part of him. Now Deamon taught. He was a teacher here at the Institute for Gifted Youngsters. He enjoyred teaching the basics of evasion and attack, but it still wasn't the same. Teleporting onto a couch one of the younger students just left, Deamon stretched out, his back popping.More Like This
Contemplation is probably the worst invention known to man. It makes men doubt ideas, beliefs, even faith. Contemplation does not help anything or anyone. All it does is show the shortcomings in normal thought, as it continues the circ