- Alphonse Elric: Brother…am I scary?
- Edward Elric: Please…you’re kindness in a can.
- me: *suddenly gets an incredible urge to study*
- me: *picks up my books*
- me: ok no false alarm
Aries: Werewolves- also known as Lycans legend has it that they were a race of people who could purposely turn into larger-than-normal wolves, but some stories differ saying that it was a curse that turned a human into a half-man/half-wolf monster without his consent during a full moon.
Taurus: Dryads- also know as wood nymphs dryads were extremely beautiful and were literally the spirits of the trees. Legend has it that if the tree they were from died so would they. Love of nature, and an extremely strong tie to their home/roots nothing screams Taurus more.
Gemini: Fairies-Small magical creatures often depicted with butterfly, or insect wings. Are known to be small in stature and mischievous in nature. They cannot lie but they have been known to be very persuasive with their words.
Cancer: Sirens- Not to be confused with mermaids the original sirens had wings, but they lived by the sea. In some legends they were beautiful women who sang sailors to the rocks and drowned them, in other stories the sang them to the rocks to devour the sailors themselves.
Warnings: mild violence
Set during the last episode.
She tried to stand and barely made it, the pain on her head making her see white spots and her ears ranging. As if through molasses, his laughter reached her and the sound became louder and louder, cutting through the high-pitched sound in her skull.
She had managed to reach Shogo Makishima before Mr. Kougami and she was glad. She could only hope Mr. Ginoza and Mr. Masaoka would stall him enough for her to get the criminal.
… and to talk to him.
Sibyl had done something more than just reveal its true nature to her that night. It had also narrated her a sad and cruel fairy-tale.
She tried to focus on the white (whitenothingvacant) figure that was standing tall in front of her, mocking her no doubt about her inability to get him. He had kicked the grenade up and it blasted in the air, doing no harm. He charged at her, kicked the Dominator from her hand and elbowed her on the side of the head, making her fall from the pain.
Through a haze, she pushed her body up with her hands. After taking some labored breaths (ithurtsitbuzzesicantsee), she managed to stand.
“…kill me, at least put some effort into it,” she heard his mocking tone coming from in front of her, but she knew what to tell him. She had been thinking about it during the whole way there. It was now or never and she felt like she had to tell him that she knew, she HAD to, even though this man with Crime Coefficient 0 killed her friend (zeronothingnemptinesswhite), she just had to say it to him.
So, despite having her senses blurred and her feet unstable, she started speaking in a loud voice that was stumbling.
“Once upon a time,
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I’ve never imagine something like this would ever happen. Even though we weren’t close at all, we still acknowledged each other. That gives me all the better reason to mourn over this unfortunate happening. Oh life, full of the unexpected. RIP.
To-do work, delayed until I feel like doing it.