Short Shorts: Akari, pIAKARI, PART I Though it's snowing heavily, Akari always finds a reason to be outside. He startles Colette, who is yet to get used to his habit of appearing next to people. Jesus, she says with a gasp, nearly knocking into him as he swings down from the tree branch hanging by his knees. He grins his little Akari grin, just a fleeting blink-and-you'll-miss-it shimmer of teeth, and drops to the sidewalk, landing somehow on his feet. Hi, he says, smitten. Colette laughs. She kisses him, just a peck, and he grins again, and they walk off through the snow, unaware of the danger.Short Shorts: Akari, pI
Short Shorts: Ramses, pIRAMSES, PART I They burned the village. Ramses puffs a cigarette he lit with the embers of a thatch roof. He looked up at the smoke, souls of peasants spiraling into the clouds. "Christ," Ramses sighs. "I almost feel bad." "Oh, shut up, Ramses," snarls Griggs. "Hey, look!" says McKenna, mock-excited. "Dinner!" He holds a chicken, singed but alive, by a foot.Short Shorts: Ramses, pI
No response. "Fine," huffs McKenna, deflated. "You'll want some when you smell it." Ramses ignores him, taking Griggs, Serlon, and Schumacher to scavenge from the dead and dying. Jin sits on a rock, Indian-style, gazing out over the rice paddies.
Short Shorts: Daramulan, pIIDARAMULAN, PART II Sungod's bodyguards forgot about the clocktower overlooking the plaza. It was old and eroded by the winds of the years, mortar long since turned to dust, the bricks now held together by gravity alone. No normal man would try to climb it. But Daramulan is not a normal man. His face is cut by shadow as he readies the musket in the belfry, long barrel attached to stock attached to trigger. He waits. Sungod proudly takes the podium amid cheers. It takes most people three muscles to pull the trigger of a gun enough to fire it. Daramulan only needs two.Short Shorts: Daramulan, pII
Short Shorts: LawrenceLAWRENCE "To succeed," intones the beturbaned sage, "you must become one with the beat." Lawrence leaps between columns of bass, waiting until the highest note to transition. He adroitly twists and deftly dodges long strings of red, green, purple synth coming at him head on. He's forced to throw himself flat under a plane of vocals, yellow abruptly cutting the black void in two. He pulls a fancy flip over a pair of samples and glides with ease around a minor chord. The music returns to a breakdown, and Lawrence sits, panting. "Good, good," smiles the sage. "Now, try it on shuffle."Short Shorts: Lawrence
Status: Enjoying the Down-Time
Relief
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"Very few people know zis, but our führer vass descended from a long lein of English qveens."--Will Ferrell
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'!everybody knows that life can be wonderful!'
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Xeth's is a very important man, you know. He's got a tower.
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