For towerofanimus

[little_miss_snarker]

[1]
'The end of the world, the apocalypse, Armaggedon, Ragnorok, Gotterdamerung, whatever you want to call it. For most people the thought of these turns of phrase conjure to life the image of fire and brimstone, meteors crashing down, epic battles to the death, and the hope that things will have a reset button once all is said and done. Desolate wastelands sparsely populated with the last dregs of humanity are what others expect to see when the world finally begins to close up shop. Further people think of the heat death of the universe, stars winking out one by one as cold sets in and everything, even on the subatomic level, becomes still in an eternal stretch from which no life has a chance to spark ever again.

For me? I've lived under the constant knowledge that if the world ends anytime soon, it would most likely be because a stubborn high school boy didn't get his way.

Imagine my surprise upon waking up in a weird bed unable to move only to find a note about people hoping to be happy here. Is this Haruki's doing, too? Or something else? And just why, if the world has ended, am I the only one saved?'

[And with these thoughts in mind, Kyonko wanders the levels of the tower, cautious, hand constantly running along the collar tight against her neck, hoping against hope to see something or someone familiar in this place.]

[2]
[Floor 10]
'Physics decided to screw itself over, didn't it?'

That's all Kyonko could really say as she outright gawked at the orca that swam in the tunnel of water she was walking through. Seriously, how did all the water stay up and in when there was no glass?! Kyonko could reach out and touch the water if she wanted, feel the clownfish nip at her fingers and grab onto some of the coral and pull it out if she wanted to. What was up with this place?

[3]
Terminal; Text

Is anyone else feeling queasy lately?

[Someone hasn't been eating her oatmeal in the mornings. Queasy is an understatement to how she feels.]

for imperial_saga

[devilsphysician]

1.

[From a crystal, Georik grins competitively]

So I hear that Amestris prides themselves on having the best Alchemists in Dagaria. That is a very bold claim to make in the wake of my Father's legacy. Well, I am only an amateur myself, but I wish to see how good the Amestrian Alchemists are compare to Wolfgang Zaberisk... it should be educational.

[Wait... isn't Wolfgang Zaberisk the Author of that really well-known Alchemy tome?]

2.

[A busy bar in Zeon, full of friends. Georik raises a glass, already somewhat tipsy]

Let us celebrate before the next messenger comes with bad news! Come on, it'd be an insult to this fine establishment if you refuse to drink.

[He's practically shoving a goblet towards you]

3.

[Good job, you managed to injure yourself! Doctor Zaberisk is currently checking on your bandages, frowning a little.]

What on earth possessed you to do something so ridiculous? You are fortunate that someone was around to drag you in to get some treatment.

4.

[On a dark night, when you thought yourself alone - perhaps brooding - Perhaps wanting something you know you can't have - this black-haired demon appears. He has one wing of lush black feathers and one of bleached-white bone]

Darkness calls Darkness, and I am here by thy soul's cry. Thou... art an intriguing soul to catch my attention.

[His inhuman eyes glitter with cruel mischief]

Test Run for IMPERIAL_SAGA

[pacifistleader]

[1]
A plain looking carriage had been traveling for days before coming to a stop at a small town near a way point. The idea was to rest for the night at a small tavern and relax before continuing the rest of the way to their destination.

Once they were settled, Relena left her room to visit with her guards and get a feel for the local people. She took up a seat in a corner dressed in a simple dress with her long blonde hair pulled back in a braid. Despite her attempts at trying to hide her aristocratic upbringing, it was still noticeable in the way she held herself and even in the way she talked at times. Still, she was at ease with her men and even some of the women in her entourage. After all, she had known some of them her entire life. 

Eventually she excused herself from the crowd to approach the bar to place a drink order.


[2]
Relena sighs as she exits yet another political meeting. Since her arrival in the Imperial City, numerous politicians and military leaders have sought her out to hear her views on pacifism. Some mock her, others seem to sympathize. Regardless, every conversation gifts the young politician with insight to the workings of the world outside her peaceful kingdom. Perhaps her mother was right, this trip would be more valuable than she originally thought....

[3]
It was a rare beautiful winter day, one she didn't need to spend in various meetings. How was Relena going to spend this day? Shopping of course. It's easy to spot the honey blonde princess wandering around the market place, just taking in the sights.