[identity profile] rossoeblu.livejournal.com
[Another night arrives the city.

By the time all the people would be having dinner, new bodies are found out in different parts of the city, and all of them leaving blood behind to connect to the fountain.

Near the entrance of the city, the body of a beloved girl by many ([livejournal.com profile] vita_et_mortus) is found out without her limbs and dead.

In the opposite site of the city, another red headed girl ([livejournal.com profile] herscarletpath) has her head ripped off her body with her own great sword.

And in the fountain, where the water has turned into blood, there's a boy ([livejournal.com profile] oncehisknight) that has his stomach opened and his neck cracked, stabbed in his back with the statue and his eyes were ripped off.

The only left was a message saying "You are all running out of time."



Have fun.]
[identity profile] decideitforme.livejournal.com
Ah, so wonderful! My luck is so amazing when it comes to find new Fragements to play!

[A giggle and this red haired witch starts walking around.]

So pretty~ I wonder if that Golden Witch is here~ I have heard Bern and Lambda were interested in that, so it must be good!

Mmm... I want a cup of tea with chocolate cookies.

[Trials off. Bother the cheerful witch?]
[identity profile] veritadorata.livejournal.com
Apparently, the Gods decided that the festivities were over, and let Winter be present again. Snow storms had been a common thing the last couple of days. At least today it was a cloudy morning, yet no snow had fallen at all.

His wife was at the tea house, as she usually did after breakfast. As much as he loved her with all his heart... well, girl chat was not his thing.

...oh dear, he WAS sounding like a married man.

Battler shook his head, with a half embarrassed smile on his face. At least he had gotten what he was looking for. It had taken a small, awkward exchange with the Librarian, but he got a mystery novel he hadn't read at all.

Old habits die hard, they say. He had to admit he was excited as a child on Christmas with the idea of spending time with Beato while they both read the novel, trying to discover the truth before the end. Those were his thoughts as he walked on the snow (as SLOW as he could, mind you) back to the tea house.
[identity profile] boundtoapsycho.livejournal.com
Falling asleep and waking up somewhere else. Losing all pokeballs. Poketch not working. Walking dead. No pokemon anywhere. Getting lost.

Satoshi felt a little ashamed to admit all those things came second to the sudden silence inside himself. He had grown so used to his bitching around that now that they weren't there anymore he could have sworn his ideas echoed alone inside his head.

How can the silence be more important than BEING LOST IN SOME PLACE WITH CORPSES? He would never now.

At least he still had his two legs. They were useful for running like hell.

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