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[Sep. 12th, 2011|02:12 pm] |
Rachel has been relatively scarce from the Nexus, busy back home as usual. Now, however, she's back and pacing back and forth irritably near the edge of the 'Sign area' reserved for questions. She snarling and clenching her fists as she tries to piece together a way to frame her question, muttering from time to time about 'backstabbers' and 'goddamn nightmare wards'. Finally she turns and snaps out what's clearly been bothering her. "How the fuck am I supposed to sit around doing nothing about the freaking backstabbing asshole that decides to shoot me in the back of my fucking head, after I've been trying to keep her damn ass safe for the past...however long we've been working together?! Nevermind that I was trying to help reseal a fucking demon that we'd been sent to keep from causing trouble. I mean, she might well have been sabotaging us the whole time and I can't even get a fucking PUNCH in for all this shit?! Goddamnit, why the hell is Jill keeping her stupid fucking bitch ass locked up in that...ARGH!!" |
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| It's the end of the world as we know it |
[Sep. 8th, 2011|01:02 am] |
There's an explosion as a portal opens. Wild elemental energy whips through, followed by the flying (albiet not willingly) forms of four people, three girls and a boy all about college aged, who all land in a heap not far from the sign. The portal closes behind them.
They're strange looking, dressed like normal college students, but those are some damn weird dye jobs they got. The boy, with grass green hair, is the first to wake up and lift his head, looking around. If anyone's got an eye for details, they'll notice his eyes match his hair.
"What the fuck?" is the first words out of his mouth. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2010|05:00 pm] |
Here is a young woman who has been wandering up and down streets for some time now. She is doing her best to appear inconspicuous and nonchalant, with limited success. It probably does not help that she is exuding nervousness and paranoia; head low, hat pulled down, eyes darting back and forth behind the glasses that she doesn't actually need.
When the sign catches her eye, she stares for a long moment, trying to figure out what it's advertising. Detergent, maybe? Insurance? Religion? All that viral marketing stuff is lost on her, she supposes.
There is a question that nags at the back of her mind, the same one she asks herself every morning, but she doesn't see any point in saying it out loud. Instead, she asks: "What are you selling?" |
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| Nexus, meet Georgia. George, meet the Nexus. |
[Jul. 6th, 2010|10:37 pm] |
A woman is staggering into the Nexus. It looks like she might have been attending something well to-do, as she is wearing an elegant sheath dress and pantyhose. On the other hand, the sunglasses kind of contrast with the black-tie nature of her clothing, and her hair is down and she's missing her shoes.
She looks around. For those residents of the Nexus that notice such things, her entire body is wary, tense, as if she's expecting something to jump out at her. Though you can't see her eyes behind her shades, her head darts back and forth. She catches the sign, then looks away, wincing. "Jesus Christ, I can see that through my glasses."
"I suppose 'is this the afterlife's waiting room?' is too obvious a question, huh?" She takes a seat in one of the Nexus Couches, leaning forward as if interested in what you have to say. Her hand goes for something that she is apparently not carrying, then she frowns. "Fine. I'll open things up with a real question. What ideals do you think are important enough to die for?" |
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[May. 9th, 2010|01:45 pm] |
One may notice an agitated young woman wandering in a circle near the sign, rambling to herself. She looks a mite odd, what with the contrast of silvery scale mail, shield, and short lance with her more modern clothing, rifle, and pistol, and the irritated mumbling doesn't exactly help the image. After a few minutes she finally the turns irately toward the crowd and throws her arms wide.
"So where the hell is the freaking instruction leaflet for this crap?!" |
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| Amends to the dead |
[Apr. 13th, 2010|09:04 pm] |
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There's a new Edward Elric in the Nexus. Yes, another one. This one stands about 5'10" and looks like he lost a lot of the muscle mass Edwards are known for. He looks outright average, actually.
He's sitting on one of the benches, legs tucked up to his chest, chewing on his lips before he speaks up quietly. "How do you go about making amends to the dead?" |
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