Mist-wing

It hadn't been a fantastic idea to begin with. There are certain people you just don't rob.But what was he supposed to do? A debt in this day and age was a far more frightening idea then any caravan guards. Elementals or not.     It was impossible to know how far the roots went. Just who, in reality, you owe what. There was more than one way to inadvertently get yourself involved in the war spanning multiple realities. And once you got involved, there was no getting out. That story had no happy ending. No. Paying off the favor he owe now had been his only option. No matter how much he cursed the ill advised plan now; running through the spar

Michael could still remember the first words Reinheardt had ever said to him. They rung in his mind every time he gripped the worn out wooden sword. Every time he cleaned it of his friends blood. Every time he washed himself of the guilt that came every time they practiced together. You aren’t trying to be my friend. You don't think I have friends – I have people I depend on You don't think I can be happy- I can only be relieved You don't show me kindness – you show me mercy. And I don't want it. Back then, he'd thought it cynical. Rude. But over time, he too had come to observe how other treated Reinheardt. 'The dead

There was a metallic sound to the voice of the man as he spoke into the absolutely ancient microphone over the endless noise of his guitar. ”Shut up Steve! I'm trying to get something started here!” he spat at the antics of a large and burly man by the bar. Johnson shook his head. It was always like this. “Audience ready?” a agreeing murmur. “Musician ready? Oh wait. That's me. Well. We'll just have to see, won't we?” Legionaries were always drawn to this place. Not the luxurious clubs and hangouts but the back alley bars and pubs. Even the man with the guitar, singing happy tunes into the microphone, was a

Seth took a deep breath, and held it. The silence was complete, save for the low buzzing of his Standard Issue Legion rifle's Gauss coil. No radio buzzing. Damn it. He let his breath out. Good. The rubble wasn't weighing down enough to keep him from breathing. He tried moving his fingers, and found no trouble doing so. Miraculously, he seemed fine. Besides the predicament he was currently in that is. At least he wasn't unarmed. He'd dropped and lost his SLR together with his consciousness when the grenade went off and the wall came down and buried him under it. But he could hear it was close. Normally, the sound was too low to hear, but th

genocide [ˈdʒɛnəʊˌsaɪd] (Government, Politics & Diplomacy) the policy of deliberately killing a nationality or ethnic group [from geno-, from Greek genos race + -cide] genocidal  adj it was genoicide on several counts; the mass murder of 7.044 billion people. - Men - Women - Children - Elderly - Sick - Healthy - Poor - Rich - Good - Bad - Christan   - Protestants   - Catholics - Muslim   - Shia   - Conventional - Jude - Hindu - Budhist - Taoist - Atheist - Peacefull - Aggressive - Guilty - Innocent - American - Asian - European - Indian - Africa