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Which, since Max's adrenaline was pumping, he had roughly thirty sevonds.

Edit: The knife blade was hemalurgic. Now Max can steel push.

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"I don't know who your talking to, but I'm taking that statement personally!" FT roared.

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"Just means I have to get my hands a little dirty," Astral sighed. She slit the throat of her nephew, letting Max's body drop to the floor at her feet. "Not that I don't enjoy that."

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41 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

The withergeists were putting on a consert.

A consert was like a concert, but with less seas.

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“Hello, Granite.” 

Granite turned. Standing behind him was a tall woman, wearing all black. She seemed to suck the light out of the air. He paled, stepping back. “Who are you?” he said.

“You don’t remember?” she said sadly, edging forward. “Why, Granite, I’m your mother.”

“S-star?”

“No, darling. But close. I am called Astral. Star’s better half.” Astral came close to him and leaned down, touching his face. Her fingers were cold. “I haven’t seen you in so long,” she said. “My, how you’ve grown. I remember holding you in my arms. Now look at you.” There were tears in her eyes. “You look like your father. Those eyes…”

Granite stepped away. “I don’t know who you are,” he said.

She sighed, sorrow written in her bearing. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t. But you are my son. A mother knows her son.”

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Granite swallowed. He wore a Mistcloak now and his pockets were full of different vials containing his metals. He glanced at Jay, then back at Astral. And he shook his head. 

"My mother left me," he said, eyes dark. "She doesn't care. So why should you?" With that, he dropped a coin and Steelpushed away. 

Astral drew her lips into a frown. Ah, well. 

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18 hours ago, Shard of Thought said:

"And you do?" she said, exasperated. "Nobody wants to read about a Character Theory nerd..."

Oh the irony... :D Also, seriously, Michael has the best one-liners.

No, admitted Michael. But, to be honest, I really can't help. Especially not right now...

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9 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

"That's okay..." Sophie muttered, wiping her eyes.

Then she brightened. "I'm 150!!"

Just in time to die, muttered Michael under his breath.

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