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//Character's name Yura Heo //CS Link CS LinkSCENE: //Name of scene Does this have Gluten? TIME: //Time Pre-arc 1, 2013 LOCATION: //Location of scene West District PARTICIPANTS: //Name of characters involved Passeri Park, Yura Heo //Start of Post // Name of scene...

. . . // info - start // IAOB Doc ID:> 02391:8428 // name, rank, cs - start // Barbara Babbage | CS // name, rank, cs - end // // variant, power, partners - start // Escort | Self-transmutation | Partner(s): Takamura Kenjiro, Beast Extermination // variant, power, partners - end...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: A bubbling dismay churned within brown eyes as Koto’s grey one’s were ever approaching. Encroaching over her in the picture of a lid attempting to assuage whatever her little face was cooking up in its frown. Was she mad? “I’m not,” She was displeased at his lack of...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: Emao noticed something new when all was settled and done: she had been relegated to being a third wheel. Before when the woman had initially approached Koto, she had been too occupied with gagging on her blood drenched perfume to notice. Now she saw that she had a...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: Too much, it was too much. The slaughter of the contestant, the sponsor who had been dragged out and then the subsequent reveal of the murderer that was responsible for everything- of course she cracked. Emao had after all never seen a dead person before and much less...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: The sight of the poor sponsor who fed his last screams through the door reminded her of the time she had seen a dragonfly get its wings ripped off. Click. The doors slid shut with the most gentle of whirrs- just like how chubby fingers had torn transparent membrane from...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: How curious it was…He didn’t look half as threatening or sinister when he was seated below her. In fact- her hand continued to stroke his head and her fingers grew a little bolder as they dug under the soft thicket of strands- he appeared almost…stiff? Her brow arched...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: He drew her in with enough carefree glee to make her feel safe and then he withdrew it without a word and replaced it with cold vindictiveness. How quickly dumb comments turned on their heads and brandished blades; as if his musings had just been concealed daggers all...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: A mottle of beige and artificial golden threads delivered morning in the ebb of shadows. It was a pale imitation of the real sky and its rising sun, confined to the space of four walls and a bulb that met brown eyes. They blinked sluggishly, spots of darkness still...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: There it was again, that quick crackle of honesty that tore through the smiling facade and left it fuming in its ashes. Never before had she been more afraid of the ember than the flame, but now she was. You could always skirt around a flame but glowing hot coals? Those...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: He froze and his mask fell for exactly 4 seconds that she counted under interrupted chewing. Suddenly, when that toothy grin wasn’t there to etch lines upon his face and when his gaze wasn’t brimming with fox-eyed glee, he looked quite young all of a sudden. Maybe it...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: It was a stupid supposition, that he would poison the food, and he pointed out as much. It just made her frown all the more. Emao clutched the fork a little tighter and willed it to imprint its steely composure into her palm. She wished she could be a little more like...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: "...Old-san, you really shouldn't be standing over someone in a skirt. What are you, a pervert? Not that I mind of course, but surely you shouldn't be trying to do such naughty things with me. Earlier was enough~!" "Ahhh, my eyes has been blessed regardless~ thank you...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: Dread was the common denominator for her current circumstances. Dread occupied her mind while feet hauled invisible chains and dread dictated the sways of her drooping head. WHAT HAD SHE DONE?! Her mental state was a poor rendition of Edvard Munch’s ‘the scream’ right...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: Hot air tickled over soft mounds of flesh, the lines and wrinkles all that remained as echoes of a hard past. They had grown smooth in the absence of labour, maybe even complacent with the pen that it usually gripped. Holding a pen was what Emao was used to and what she...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: "After all, if I'm gonna be risking my neck for you Old-san, I need a reason to~ otherwise, maybe I'll just conveniently lose! How fun will that be?" He could do that? No, her lip quivered at the realisation, the important question was- would he do that? Emao thought...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: HOW WAS SHE A COWARD? Her response was appropriate if anything, considering that she was faced with the gigantic task of not getting killed- and preferably getting along- with a murderer. A task that was seeming all the more impossible by the second and weighing down on...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: Oh no. The wave of silence rolled in and washed over the sand castle walls of her hands. They foamed away, currents slowly sludging digits down to the floor as every crack in her facade was assaulted. Left behind was her bare face, molten horror dragging drooping...

Ohta Emao Vocab: Theme: A smile can go a long way. Like getting a discount when you shop because the old grandma behind the counter thinks you’re cute, or appeasing your superiors so they won’t hand you a stack of assignments. Smiling was supposed to solve all your problems, or at least...

Kanamori no Mitsuko Vocab: Theme: KikuoHana - ヒビダラケの眼 Careful was correct. She would have to be careful with the vulture that would not wait for her death to start prying her rib cage open. Brazen knuckles gripped tighter around the hilt of his sword in wordless preparation of the like...