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With watered eyes and shivering hands We were called into the dance With memories so old, stories untold We just fought for a chance - Greenleaf "With Eyes Wide Open" Trails and Passes A watering pail hung from a pouring faucet facing outside a well kept sheet metal and sandstone hut on the...

Orange sky now red, sunset at Slaughter Beach. The fall of the sun signaled to fishermen in the bay to wrap up the catch and move on to processing. They would go to crowd the streets as the what was called the "third quarter" began; the third influx of shopping that goes on throughout the...

The group weaved between the tapestry of people crowding the streets. Vasoine kept checking over his shoulder to make sure the others were catching up. The job had gone from a normal day for an Exterminator into a very volatile situation and now Vasoine was worried about his trainees, especially...

The assailant aimed another shot at Adriana as she went straight for him. Her timing was well placed, just dodging the laser as she transitioned into a slide that swept at his feet and brought him down. Before there was time to react, he was struck in the back with the breath knocked out of him...

A searing pain kept pulsing through Bask's abdomen. He pressed against the wound to slow the bleeding, to little avail. For a moment he was lost in the warmth of his blood pouring from him. As he focused on it, Notti's voice was lost on him. Rather, he heard two footsteps from the end of the...

"Soups' up!" Dango rang out as he laid out the bowls in front of Vasoine and crew, additionally handing him a stack of soups in plastic containers. "That'll be 385 criels." "Can you put it on my tab?" Vasoine asked with a cheeky grin. It was met with a piercing glare from Dango. "Oh come on! I...

Blurred vision and high-pitched ringing. For the past week this is most of what Cerpin Taxt had been seeing and hearing. Ever since he'd be drafted into the most horrific time in history, Cerpin was out of it. He constantly questioned whether or not he should've stayed in Norway. Prison sounded...

The big question had been brought up: "Sooooo are we to apprehend and interrogate this... this 'Townsend?' Or-- are we supposed to... y'know-- ...execute them?" Vasoine dropped his cool laid-back compuser along with the grin on his face. "Well... it's technically up to our discretion," His voice...

"I realize the conditions here are less than ideal, but it is imperative that you keep Subject Alpha alive. We need to see what she's capable of out in the field, but it is your job to ensure that she comes back to the lab at the end of each mission for further study. Am I understood?" "Of...

More oddballs began gathering in the pristine lobby, drawing more judging eyes. Passersby would imagine all sorts of reasons for a group of dirtied up commoners to be at the Internal Affairs center, but none would hit the nail on the head. They were unaware these people may just save their lives...

"Blade Barrier!" Tuʘaln called out, summoning a 100 foot wall of whirling, razor sharp blades. He had resorted to going on the defensive, expecting his team to have been finished by now. His spell slots were running thin, and he had to keep one for Teleport if he expected to survive...

Awoken by the bustling of his neighbors, Bask quickly rose to prepare to see his caravan off for a trip to Mahatta. He had to be quick if he also wanted to reach the capital before long. With the arrival of his men, Bask gave them their order sheets and provisions then set them off. It was rough...

6:22 in the morning; red sun piercing the blue horizon, with its rise comes the people of Slaughter's End. Business rose as the sun did. Fishermen diligently spearing fish revealed by the daylight, Kibbeh makers getting their oil boiling, potters heat up their kilns, most people get straight to...

The vessel was pristine to say the least, but rather boring as well. The occasional LED here and there rarely so often went against the white/dark gray monotony that would be his home for... never mind. The more he thought of time passing, the slower it would. But then there's the fact that...

Still moonlight dimly piercing through thin curtains connects with a dancing fire it occupies the room with. Both embrace each other as a man lounging on a small couch watches the color and shape of their meeting point waver. "Of all the colors in this world I will miss-" the man uttered...

As everyone else delved into their newly founded powers, Greg decided to do a bit of experimenting for himself. To his dismay, All Greg could seemingly do was create small crystals. After a quick grumble, Greg's attention was averted to Jax. There was a shared concern between the two, but as it...

Greg was pretty disappointed in the lack of strength from his allies. Just like in the real world... He thought. Suddenly though, he was flipped over with ease. "Oh yea! There we go!" He then turned to see that the only new hand was that of the small... stuffed animal? "How- What? I'm atleast...

What is this? I can't see a damn thing, and it feels like I'm surrounded by... dirt? No, that's not exactly right. But it's the best guess I got. Did the shack collapse and now I'm buried alive? Oh fuck that! If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die in a fight! Among the others, whom already started...

A quite, calm morning; a rarity for Andy. Just as the thought crossed his mind, the quacking of his pet duck had ruined it. Accepting his fate, Andy got out of bed and got dressed. "Alright Zeus-" he groaned. "I hear you, gimme a sec." Throwing on his raincoat, Andy then went to the room with...

This fight didn't have to be determined just by brute strength, but he only had one choice left. He'd have to talk his way out of this. "Hold on n-" Datto was interrupted by sudden introduction of Head Crusher's knee into his chest. Lives of Flies was just barely fast enough to shield himself a...