Cyber-Angel-Rowan

Finding the bath house had been pure luck, good or bad he wasn't sure. The man… frog… thing… at the front desk had seemed deeply sceptical of his presence until he'd flashed his Keyblade, and then it seemed like no one around here could do enough for him, sending what was quite clearly another human to tend to his needs and drawing a private bath for him. Once he'd settled in the bath with a floating tray with a sake bottle and a selection of sushi within easy reach and his clothes folded neatly a safe distance away, he'd turned his attention to his attendant. "So… you're clearly a human." The girl nods. "Uh-huh."

Diary of Taylor Hebert, age 13 I'm told that girls my age keep a diary. Most girls haven't seen what I have. After these last… has it only been six months? Wow. Anyway, I was told that I should write everything down, get my own thoughts somewhere private. And hey, odds are good that I'll get arrested at some point, so this'll make great material for my file. But, to begin at the beginning, as my friends like to say. It all started with a dream. That's something I'll never forget… ~ She walked on a road paved with gold, silver, all the gems she could name and more besides. Hazy figures walked by her, some going her way, some

He has a reputation. He is Hanzo Shimada, wealthy Japanese businessman with the responsibility of Shimada Enterprises on his shoulders. He would be considered a playboy by the Americans, he supposes, were he not the opposite of his younger brother Genji: He holds himself apart, he puts up an air of aloof disdain, and he is always careful in word and deed. He is like his brother in other ways. A sense of mystery hangs around the pair, a feeling of power that is akin to gazing upon a beast of legend. Genji is more deserving of the playboy moniker; he is charismatic, inexorable in his allure and charm, well suited to his preferred methods of e

"Does it get easier?" The question was quiet, fragile, small in the kitchen they shared. Brigitte pulled Hana's arms from around her chest so she could replace them with her own, pulling the smaller girl gently into her body. "I think easy is subjective, dear one. With training and time it is easy to wield a weapon," She nodded to her flail, hung pride of place on the wall overlooking the couch. "But as to facing down monsters like the one we faced tonight… killing monsters like the one we killed tonight…" The Swede sighed softly. "Easy is very subjective indeed…" "It's easy for you," Hana mumbled. "You didn't hesitate,

Yang liked to think of herself as strong, independent and generally capable of taking care of herself. Of course, she'd have more success convincing others of the validity of these thoughts if she wasn't currently passed out on the couch, bandages wrapped around half her right arm and most of her lower back. Even now, as severe as the injuries were - the blonde having taken a hit to her back from a troll that had cracked a vertebra or two and another that had carved a gash all the way down her arm - her enhanced regeneration was going to work. By the time the moon rose tonight, the only sign of the injuries would be thick patches of golden

Mato levelled a flat look at Ozpin over the video link. "You want us to do what now." "I want you to come to Beacon." Ozpin repeated. "I have reason to believe that your expertise will be welcomed." Mato closed her eyes and sucked in a breath through her nose, before cracking an eye open to gauge her friend's reactions. Saya and Yuu were deeply unimpressed and not at all shy about showing it, as was their wont. Yomi had a rather blank look on her face that she usually put on when she saw something she didn't expect, like Mato waving a can of coffee under her nose after a long hard night of studying, or Mato spontaneously asking her out on

1. Don't shoot the TV in the bar. Just because the Commander did it, doesn't mean you get to. And he did it with an old-fashioned slug from a revolver; not a giant fuck-off gauss rifle! 2. Don't piss off the medics. You might think you're hot shit when you try and flirt with 'em, but they most definitely do not, and they won't feel much like patching up those stab holes you got when a zergling tried to bite your face off. 3. No touching the sample containers in the main lab. Just because they look like something someone scraped off a protoss nexus and a zerg hive cluster doesn't mean they won't try and eat and/or zap you. 4. Hellions are o

Down in the city, Mato and her group were showing RWBY around, pointing out various areas and persons of interest. In Ruby's opinion, however, the people they were walking with were of greater interest than their peers. "So, what do you guys do?" Mato shrugged. "Eh, it's not really that exciting. I used to be a middle school student with Yomi, Yuu and Kagari until I met Rock. Mom works for Threshold General as a nurse." "And I worked at that middle school as a therapist." Saya put in. "My specialty was negative reinforcement." Mato rolled her eyes. "That's one way of putting it..." "Yeah Saya, most therapy sessions don't conclude with th