With things not going as Fransisca planned however, the night turned from getting treats from houses to “treating” each other.
Armored Core (Part 14)
Armored Core (Part 13)
Rapture High: Español 101
Armored Core (Part 12)
Armored Core (Part 11)
You never know what, or *who* you may encounter…
The Pilgrimage: Hosannas in Extremis (4)
Driven forward by the Mysterious Song, you and Doyle, an itinerant Bard and one of the few naturally born sons of Human and Mamono parentage, left Albany, hoping to complete her seemingly unknowable story. All the while in the back of your mind, you feared the mumblings of the Witch Tina, who had forseen your death at the hands of yet another song… The Secret Song at the Centre of the World, whose sound was as of teeth in flesh.
Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (Day27)
“About as usual as any other time…which is all the time~” Fubuki said.
“They’re really putting out caretakers to work…hopefully some new hires will alleviate the work-load, though I do worry about the newcomers” Katy said.
“Speaking of which, so far so good on Anon right? Kids seem to like him, and they’re showing much more self control than we thought” Fubuki said.
“They surprised me as well…I can’t believe how smoothly things are going…well hopefully he’ll have another easy night shift” Katy replied.
Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (Day 22)
“He’ll be just fine, now then, any updates on our Wonderland problem?” Katy asked.
“Our ambassadors have arranged a meeting, we’re just waiting on you” Fubuki said.
“Right, well let’s get to it, the better we can understand each other, the faster we can help the little ones” Katy said.
A Love Stronger than Death
In fact, he didn’t even know who he was, but he knew for a fact that he was a he, that one fact seemed etched into his very being. He tried to piece together anything, but the wisps of memories he still held onto seemed to slip and slide around in his subconscious, unable to form a coherent thought. Even simple thoughts, things that should be easy to recall, seemed to allude him, any train of thought that lasted more than a few seconds seemed to derail into nothingness, much like the void he was in.