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The Azule Badge by =Azuanta
Startle and Pounce It had been mere hours since she turned, and already, Rose seemed to get used to everything about being a Witch. Her short, black and red hair paled to a dull gray and her once blue eyes were shining red. The purple turtleneck she wore was torn and stained with blood from cuts she accidentilly gave herself from her long, sharp fingers. And since she turned, all she was able to do was cry.Startle and Pounce by =Azuanta
She understood why, too. She kept a sense of human consciousness and thought. Everything she knew about how she turned remained in her mind.
Struggling to her feet, she began to wander down the alley she was in. Her vision was poor from the change and from
Tomitake's Lost Journal Pages April 24th, 1983:Tomitake's Lost Journal Pages by =Azuanta
Today, I've decided to go back and visit Hinamizawa to take a few more photos for my portfolio. I hope I can make it big this year. Takano-san agrees with me and says she can't wait to see my pictures. I can't wait to go there again. I've missed it so much. The environment, the people, everything about it. Hopefully, I can stick around long enough for the Festival this year.
April 27th, 1983:
Takano-san keeps joking around about how more and more people are rumoring about Oyashima-sama's curse. How every year at the Cotton Drifting Festival in Hinamizawa, someone is cursed to die, and another gets 'demoned away'. It's hap
Only You...Well...-P.1- The four people took account of each safe house they would run in, and made sure nothing was left over that would be of use to their survival. They were used to the sight of those taken over by the infection by now, but at the same time, it repulsed them. They tried at their hardest to remain immune, but it seemed harder with each passing day.Only You...Well...-P.1- by =Azuanta
"Hey, Nick...ya better heal up..." The blue capped southerner, Ellis, said to the white-suited man next to him, the same white-suit stained with different colors of blood and bile. He panted lightly and grabbed at the red medkit on the table that was left over for him.
"Ya don't have to tell me twice.
Cut Ties With All The Lies... I never regret knowing you...I don't. I never regret worrying for your wellbeing...I'm glad you can trust me, at least to the extent of talking for just a little while. I ache when I know you're troubled. You've become like my brother. I'm sorry I can't do more to help you when you need it most. I hate knowing you're miserable.Cut Ties With All The Lies... by =Azuanta
You're fun. Funny. Childish, but in a good way. You're great at the games we both enjoy, even when you might frustrate me. It's still always a joy. You always have something funny to talk about. But I guess, sometimes, it's to hide how you feel inside. I hate being the cheesy prude, but know that I'll always be here.
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