#kaz001

[belle-without-a-beast]

Annabelle always enjoyed the way that the light pour in from the windows in the library during the afternoon. The golden light expanding to light touch her fiery red hair. It had been a rather calm, slow day like it tends to be on weekdays while school is still in session. Parents will most likely bring their kids as soon as school gets out. She didn’t mind the calmer shifts. It gave her time to plan a variety of things for her and her child. She was writing some notes in her planner when she noticed a regular walk into the library. “Good afternoon, is there a way I can help you today?” Annabelle greeted him with a smile. 

@kazimir-mikhailov​

[fay-davis]

WHERE: Fay’s house WHEN: End of July WITH @kaz-raval

Fay blew out the smoke and sighed contently. They handed the joint to the stranger who had showed up at their place and grinned. “Nah, friend. In this town, only I sell weed, but I don’t do it for no cash or tokens either. Sometimes, sure, got to eat, need water for my plants, lots of light. Enough of that here, you should see the attic,” they said in their usual slow drawl. “But sit, sit, mi casa es su casa.” They pointed their new customer to one of the chairs in the front garden. “I like to get to know who buys weed from me, tell me some about yourself.”

[drillism-blog]

belssiah

  Simon’s first thought after he’d combined Gurren Lagann was to check his radar for any major disturbances. It only took a moment for him to note the position of a seriously powerful presence, and though he wasn’t quite sure just what it was, he knew he had to at least check it to make sure it wasn’t the enemy.   Regrettably, after leaping through space to shorten the amount of time required to get there, Simon’s optimism fell short.   Far from someone who was fighting to protect the Hive, it was an army that was destroying the city. He knew immediately that they were nothing more than invaders from the other side.   Drills popping out from the wrists of Gurren Lagann, Simon repeatedly peppered them all with bullets that were a meter or so in width. Adding onto that, he pushed himself further to add a probability manipulation factor to them--they would negate any possibility of defense. Though he wasn’t trying to be harsh on them, he had an obligation to protect those they were attacking.   He flew to the front of the force, and made his goal clear, pointing directly at the one who seemed to be leading the force.

「You other side bastards better retreat and stay locked up in your rooms, or I’m gonna have to smash you back where you came from!」