And the world kept sinking and nobody noticed. Things got torn around their edges, bent, wrinkled, and it was just a little harder to see any light. And they weren't noticing, nobody was fucking noticing- why weren't they fucking noticing? Why let everything sink and sink and suddenly it's all gone ...

Her eyes were closed when it happened, so it followed naturally that she could open them up, whenever she was ready, to the sight of goofy grins and slapping hands and a hip and a hip and a hooray. And not a drop of blood in sight, and not a drop of blood in sight. No such luck. There was Milo, or t...

Well it's your own damn fault for expecting so much. Expecting what, exactly? Some miracle or other, like her collar was the only thing keeping her angel wings from sprouting out of her back, and well, fuck, once she's got her angel wings then she can just take off into the sky and pull her flaming ...

((Charlie DuClare continued from Could Have Been Worse)) She wasn't too sure what she'd been expecting. Something like a miracle, maybe. That nice magic moment where chains get broken and choirs shake off their cobwebs because hey, hey, jigsaw just fell into place. Jigsaw was one piece useless infor...

You are a killer. You walk into a clearing. There is a girl there. She says some things. A few minutes pass. You walk out of the clearing. You are no longer a killer. How does something like that happen? Probably best to just roll with it, right? This is good. This is a good thing you've got going h...

So you see the girl with the ribbons in her hair and the tears in her eyes and she's snarling, raging, breaking down, falling, scrambling away, and she's not well, not well at all, so you ask yourself, if you've even got a shred of human decency, you ask yourself who did that to her? Because lord kn...

Seems like the question here is whether Julian's ideology, his mission, his twisted disturbing monster-in-shining-armor complex, can survive contact with someone who knows what they're talking about. Let's not answer that yet, yeah? Let's look at Julian right now, the boy with the entirely appropria...

You can keep talking as long as you like, Raidon. Julian's not going to stop you. You can taunt and you can talk shit and you can try to rile Julian up and none of it will matter. None of it will matter because you have nothing to say and he has no reason to listen and you are a child you are a fuck...

So they can both walk away. Oh thank you, that is a relief. Shoulders relax a bit, deep exhalation, bit of a grin forming on his face. Phew! Bit of a close call there, weren't it? This was exactly what Julian was hoping for because once the guns came out things got scary and things got dangerous and...

((Julian Avery continued from Not What I Was Expecting)) So what's the word on compromise? Well oh man that's complicated isn't it I mean oh gee you can't exactly sum it up so easy like I am sure there are times when it is okay like times when you would need to do it so you can achieve some greater ...

And then Omar stopped talking again. Maybe he realized that he was being a bit of a prick to Julian, but it might have also had to do with the fact that Julian had just cut his throat. Little fountain of red sputtering up from Omar, a couple of drops making their way onto Julian's face. Oh well! Tha...

You're talking, Omar. You're talking and Julian isn't particularly inclined to hearing you talk right now- no offense, of course, just that this isn't really the time or place- so what Julian is going to do is hold his sword up to your throat very gently, and then maybe you won't talk so much- yes, ...

All in the name of love. It was a pretty romantic idea- and you'll have to believe Julian when he insists he's not being sarcastic here- to kill just so you could ensure your beloved made it out alive. Was there anyone here who'd inspire that same kind of devotion in Julian? Or anyone not here? The ...

Why, yes. Not coming any closer seemed like a great idea, so skidding to a halt was the first thing on Julian's agenda. After that? It got a little more hazy. The agenda didn't really really specify what happened next, since (and don't tell anyone this part!) Julian hadn't thought this all out very ...

(Julian Avery continued from I Got a Hand, So I Got a Fist ) Empty island. Quiet island, with not a single gunshot to punch a hole through the silence and not a single dying scream to tug at any heartstrings. Just some birds was all, some birds chirp chirp chirping and most definitely not murdering ...