The car came to a sudden stop. Seb climbed out and began to make his way over to Mitfühlen. The once peaceful valley was almost unrecognisable compared to their first time visiting it, the pleasing vista was now replaced with a scene of complete destruction; the once lush valley was now nothing...
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Jakob Brötzmann
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Lexielai
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The old man shuffled over to a pew and gently lowered himself onto it, letting out a soft groan as he relaxed for a moment. He watched the group talk back and forth, whilst reminiscing the days of his youth when he was filled with such vigor. In his younger days he would have been more than...
The rest of the group began to file out of the office but Seb stayed behind. He had already made up his mind on what he would do. It was something that he had decided before they were even given the choice. To let this opportunity pass him by would be a waste, he had already suffered the worst...
The man answered the questions that were fired at him, but the answers he provided still seemed lacking somehow. It was almost as if he was giving the bare minimum and expecting everything the group knew in return. This one sided exchange of information bother Seb, after all they had done they...
Seb followed behind the group. Each of the other children seemed to be concerned with their own issues, and he didn't feel now would be the time to get involved with emotions running high. The hallways went on and on, but was uncomfortably quiet. Nobody walked the halls and the rooms that they...
The gentle facade of the rooms was disingenuous. On the surface it seemed pleasant, but he couldn't come and go as he pleased, and the constant questioning had began to wear his patience thin. He was nothing more than a prisoner here. Maybe for good reason. But he wished they would be more...
Erasmus was never a fighter in his younger years, never once throwing a punch at another person. But now that time had become to take its toll on his body, any use that he may have had in a fight was gone. His bones were weak, his muscles had began to waste away, and his reactions were slow. So...
"It's hard to explain, the whole thing is kinda like an extension of yourself. It's best to take it slow to begin with. And trust me the pain will get easier to deal with as time goes on."
He help guide the mech down to the ground, although he wasn't experienced at piloting it he was better...