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Okaerinasaimase, goshujin-samaThe normally sunlit streets of Akihabara were now engulfed in a steady downpour. Chancellor Mundinger stared around him, utterly confused, attempting to get his bearings in an unfamiliar country. His long dark red hair plastered to his face and the back of his immaculate suit, the rain streaking his porcelain pale cheeks. His vivid green eyes scanned the area. To his left was the nearly empty street, lined with what seemed to be a furniture boutique, a womens clothing store with an English name (Baby, The Stars Shine Bright?), a pawn shop, and several other stores with signs so elaborate he could not read them. You areOkaerinasaimase, goshujin-sama


What To Do, What To Say pt.1when each helpful, well-meaning word feels like a lashingWhat To Do, What To Say pt.1
when the one you hate is yourself
when the ones who help you want to give up
when you're near comatose, unreachable
what to do, what to say, in a world full of pain? ~~~~~~~~
Hellbent on finding a place in this hell
so many words I do not know how to phrase
my words like paper on water, disintegrating before they even grace my lips
floating away like phantom smoke on the desecrated winds
that haunt the desert of my mind
where once


Your Eyes On MeThe sky--or is it a ceiling? I thought groggily--was looming low and grey. The horizon loomed a splatterpaint of orange Armageddon and swirling turquoise and violet power. Smoke was heavy in the air, making it very, very hard to breathe--or perhaps that was simply the grievous wound, jagged in my back. I placed my hand to my lip--fresh blood acted as rouge across them. I shivered. Though the very ground itself was scorched and blackened, I was slowly freezing to death. Whoever put the knife in me must have spun power into it--why else would I be freezing to death, slowly from inside? Where is he? Where..... (And here I began to spYour Eyes On Me


Broken Wing, Scattered FeatherRaellyn peered through the pouring rain. Her crimson hair was plastered to her cheek, but all she did was straighten and tighten her grip on her crossbow. Focus, in this hunt, was key. She smelled the sweet scent of her hunt first, then spotted it as its red eyes flashed gleefully.Broken Wing, Scattered Feather
It was playing with her. Raellyn set her jaw in a tight grimace and unknotted her thigh muscles to leap off in pursuit. The rain was heavy, washing away the scent of this enemy; Raellyn cursed it. Unfolding and tucking away her crossbow, she trudged back down the soot-blackened cobblestone street, leaving no trail, no footprints, no absence
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I'm a perfectionist, and perfect is a skinned knee.
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Van egy hatalmas kagylógyűjteményem, amit csak úgy elszórva tartok a világ minden tengerpartján. Talán már láttad.
Fisi dhe Hyene
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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