Posts Tagged ‘gloves’
Her Triggerheart Exelica
April 16th, 2008
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Kotona Elegance
March 25th, 2008
Almost every day, I would suggest to Kotona that she wear a lab coat. I hear the screams out there reacting to the foolishness of the idea of covering up such a sweet body, but there’s something mysterious about Kotona and the lab coat plays to that — there’s a story behind her eyes. Of course, she could still wear her short skirts. What self-respecting hot anime girl in a lab coat wouldn’t? Hell, she’s got the pen twirl down pat. Some glasses would be nice too. Lab coat, pen twirl, and glasses. It’s a better life than that of an assassin, well maybe.
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Nadie, El Cazador
February 29th, 2008
Nadie let the man run down the ravine at full speed. A wake of dust that his feet kicked up from the dry riverbed trailed in the moonlight as he ran. He stumbled and kept going on all fours, using his hands, like an animal for who standing up straight asked too much of his spine. The sight and sound of the man breathing and whimpering would have been funny if he weren’t about to die.
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Saber, Kiritsugu in Black
February 5th, 2008
Kiritsugu waited on the rooftop for several hours into nighttime. He kept his back against the wall, hidden from the street and out of sight from those in the building on the opposite side. Saber stood guard, but he planned not to use her. Kiritsugu had a rifle and a night vision scope. Twelve grams of lead, it was all he needed to save one hundred people from a Magus and their war. The blood on his hands would be a fair trade to Kiritsugu.
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She’s Miss Nobody from Alter
December 21st, 2007
Miss Nobody stole Slash’s hat. Miss Nobody walked right through a cold November rain, across a wide open plain, to a desolate church graveyard and swiped the hat off his head while he cried with his ax. He didn’t protest. He didn’t care. From his fingers, one of the great guitar solos of all time. The Donne Anonime smiled back a thank you and continued her journey without breaking stride.
