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[kuroashu-blog]

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Sleepy ash was laying in the middle of the sidewalk. Getting up was a lot of effort, anyway. This would be the perfect napping spot, he decided. Not that he was particularly comfortable, but he reasoned out that at this time of night moving around would be far too difficult and so it was better to just accept what he had. He closed his eyes, feeling a sort of peace for the first time since he entered this city.

Which was immediately ruined by the person who tripped over him. “Ow, that’s going to be sore tomorrow. You’re lucky I’m immortal or that might have broken something, actually it probably did but whatever.”  A voice rose from his small form as he still did not want to get up. Even to confront the man who had tripped on him. 

“Who do you think you are anyway, just stepping on people like nobody’s business. Some kind of important person, like a main character or something?” That was the thing Sleepy Ash often joked about. As somebody who shrugged away from, and ignored the spotlight. He liked to laugh at those who took responsibility. He was sloth, after all. 

[casxiel-blog]

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you stare at the bizarre object in your hands that was bequeathed to you by the strange creature with white, white skin, gigantous red lips, and a circular red nose that it used for honking.

the object is blue and made of balloons that have been folded into the appearance of sausage links. you guess that these balloons were to have created some sort of shape, but as you turn the object in your hands the appearance of it looks ever more cryptic.

perhaps it is a cursed object...

you approach the nearest person, not bothering to say excuse me or anything of the sort before you ask, almost demandingly, "what is this?"

[slipxstreamed]

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“Uhh...Wanna help a stranger out...?” Tracer asked now looking up at one of her bb guns that ended up on the roof. 

[eqxitum-archived-blog]

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Such fascination struck the King however she found herself drawing a blank. "Oh... I must apologise, I was not summoned with knowledge of this language... please, if you wouldn't mind. What is it that you speak?"

[iamamadoscientist-blog]

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“I... I cannot find it...” The now rather sweaty Okabe walked along the streets of the Hive City looking rather... worse for wear. Had he been attacked? Had his mind blurred and broken? No... he simply just needed Dr Pepper. 

“Curse the Organisation and it’s wicked ways... not only does it take away my lab and underlings, but now the source of my rejuvenation... oh! My right arm! How it quivers without nourishment! The demon within... ugh... I cannot keep it at bay for much longer with my Dr Pepper!” Here he as making a scene in the middle of the street. Again. 

[meganerdko-blog]

On the Street

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“Hello, would you mind stopping for a street interview?”

Shinra sounded polite, but from the way he kept following the person he was bugging for an interview, he didn’t seem that considerate. He was just your average glasses wearing man, whose entire thin body was covered by the white coat he wore. With that he could easily be mistaken for one of the scientists that ran this town, but he was nowhere near that powerful. Just another weak person with no common sense. 

“Actually, I wanted to film a documentary but I couldn’t find a camera. Weird how this city strips you of all your earthly posessions, I guess I can understand wanting to control the variables, as a fellow doctor but still. Oh, you’re looking at me now, anyway, I wanted to ask you if you had any inkling to the supernatural happenings in this town, I was thinking of making, a sort of documentary.”

[scorchedseer-blog]

For now, this will have to work. If she couldn’t use sparks to light up her fire sorcery, she’d have to find a substitute. The lighter worked for now, but it was rather limited. Will, a bit. It had a limited amount of fuel, but she could work off of just the sparks. The problem was getting it to work. Chiri pressed the button timidly at first, but when that didn’t work, she got irritated and stuck it faster.

“If they sold me a broken model, I’m going to light their shop a flames.”

She just wanted to see if she could still control fire and what her limits were. Was her control limited? Maybe just the strength and quantity of the fire formed? Either way, this lighter wasn’t working, largely because she wasn’t striking it just right, and that got her irritated. Gripping the ‘broken’ lighter tightly for a moment, she wound back and tossed it, accidentally sending it straight at a passing by male.

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