Systems DownBack from lunchOffice in chaosAll computers downNothing to doAnnoying
Celeste: a Malifaux storyShe gazed in awe and wonder through the shop window. Inside behind several layers of protection: iron, glass and magic; lay several different crystals, each one glowing with its own eerie light. From their sizes, she could tell that the smallest of them; was less than than nail on her little finger, whilst the largest was closer to the size of her thumb. This was not the first time she had seen them: neither would it be the last.Yet it was rare to see so many together, much rarer to see them on this side of the Atlantic. The young woman looked up and down Briggate before peeling herself away from her awestruck fascination; and over towards her nearby friend.The Elf looked curiously towards the human girl, her features barely noticeable beneath her large brimmed hat. She smiled as he companion neared."So? what was so interesting in that window that you had to have a look?""Wasn't it obvious?" the young human woman replied with a mischivous smile, opening her purse slightly to reveal
The Melting Point of No Return(Puddle, Mirror, Melting TFs)(Commission)The Potion Place. It was a ridiculous name that brought to mind bad Disney-Halloween children's movies. Most people walked right past the tiny hole-in-the-wall business, dismissing it as scams and hippie nonsense. But not Lexi. Long ago, her friend Caroline had shown her how real it was. Caroline had turned into a mirror. Right in front of Lexi's very eyes.Lexi thought back to that day the summer before college had started. Caroline had snuck some of the potion from her mother (and later was punished for weeks). “It turns you into a talking mirror. You know, like in 'Snow White'?”“Right, Caroline. Right,” Lexi had retorted. “That stuff will probably kill you, and it's illegal for you to drink anyway. It says right there on the bottle, 'for use of persons 18 and up'.”Caroline glanced down at the warning. “I'm gonna be eighteen next month. Too bad.
The Darkness withinThe Darkness withinSlowly I walked down the street. Even though the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds at all to be seen, I still wore my thick, black coat and a wide brimmed hat to cover most of my purple hair. My heavy, reinforced leather boots clicked on the asphalt of the sidewalk. I glanced around the small town that had been my home for so long. I blinked my eyes a few times when a sunbeam glanced off a nearby car and hit me directly in the eyes. Quickly I reached into my left pocket to take out my sunglasses and put them on. The action caused a few nearby businessmen on their lunch break to shake their heads in disbelief. I ignored them. Concerns of mortals like them were far beyond me ever since… ever since-‘I should find a darker place.’ The thought simply popped into my head and it took me a few seconds to recognize it as his. “As you command.” I answered with a slight grin, causing a teenage couple to give me a weird stare. Ever
Rainy Day Tickling The jacket wrapped around Sam kept her warm and dry in the terrible rainy weather that surrounded her. It seemed like the sky was throwing a temper tantrum, it was obviously pissed off about something, judging by the bright pink flashes of bolt lightning that looked like skeletal hands arcing downwards, reaching for the earth as if they missed the solidity of the surface. Thunder roared and shook the ground at Sam's feet and rain pounded down on her head and back, but she didn't get wet. The jacket smelled nice, it was thick and warm, but very light and flexible, quality craftsmanship if Sam had ever seen it. She wished the jacket belonged to her, but sadly it was the property of someone else. They had been kind enough to lend it to her so that she wouldn't get wet. The only problem with that though...was that he walking right beside her...getting soaked. "Want
Red dispairShe looked into the darkness, searching for hope: yet all she found was blood, hunger and dispair. A new Vampiress was born from her soul.
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