The (Un)Real World
Location: A Hotel | Perth | Australia
Time: Night
The rubber and plastic pellets fell out of Klaara's skin, she was furious,
"What the FUCK was that!?" For a moment she forgot about Mark, and in her rage, she never did remember. She drew her blood from her wrist and writ a triangle circumscribed by a circle on the hotel room wall and placed her hands on it.
"They are first born sons... so FUCK THEM UP!" The circle glowed green and then chipped off the wall, and Klaara backed off, wiping the dist and smoke from her clothing.
All over Perth, what seemed like fireflies were drifting through the air, following their little fairy noses to the deiscious flesh and blood of Shaun an Braden.
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Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn
Time: Night
The olive-skinned man laughed,
"Little girlie, BlackHarte is my work tag. But I assure you, I am the human -heh- behind the machine."
Kyre smiled at Puce and Riki, but said nothing. For her thoughts had fallen upon her empty stomach,
"Sir Edward," she said meekly, standing up and holding onto BlackHarte's large muscular arm,
"could you bring me to Kurumu please?" BlackHarte stood up and patted Kyre on the head.
"Young master, anything you desire will be yours," he told the Anti-Mage before leading Kyre into the kitchen where Kurumu and Kud were.
He cleared his throat while in the doorway,
"You wished to speak to me Master Kurono?" Kyre was looking terribly terribly depressed, and BlackHarte took the look of concern on Kurumu's face to heart,
"Don't worry, the young master is unsettled because of her empty stomach."
There was a nibbling doubt on the back of BlackHarte's usually perfectly unified mind... what had he created in trying to fix Master Cwanuld. Right now she seemed well adjusted enough, but he was unsure how long she could go without inhibitions and trauma to stop her. If it came to... that. He would take full responsibility for Master Cwanuld. If he was lucky though, it would never come down to that.