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Zero { [ Zero ] }Zero by ~LiraxHearts
The room was dimly lit, its sole inhabitant being Chrono Number I: Sephiria Arks. She sat elegantly behind the table, sipping at a cup of tea as the heavy footsteps of Chrono Number II, Belze Rochefort, reached her ears. Her gaze lifted from the cup as the older male came into view, and she offered him a small smile.
Did you retrieve him for me?
Belze nodded, standing behind her slightly with his arms crossed over his chest. He was clearly agitated, and the blond-haired woman knew exactly why. A quiet giggle passed by her lips, merely a ghost of what it could have been. Another voice caused her head to tilt to


Memorie Dimenticate Four Chapter Four: Recovery is a BitchMemorie Dimenticate Four by ~LiraxHearts
In the darkness of unconsciousness, you would be surprised the things that actually register in your mind: voices, smells, strange sounds and other things of the like.
You sure shes okay?
That was Krass voice, of course, and the irritated expulsion of breath was definitely Largo.
For the hundredth time, YES! Shes goin to be FINE! Shut up, dip-shit! Had I been conscious, I would have laughed.
There was some shuffling that followed before Kloss voice was added to the mix. Come on, Brother, relax. Chloe seems to know what shes talking ab
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caps lock. UNLEASH THE MOTHERFUCKING FURY!
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We don't just rock out, here; we send it Bach in Minuets. We'll run Cirque Du Soleil around you while Chopin your block. 'cause we're too hot to Handel. It's Etude you live.
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"Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." G.K. Chesterton
Nice photo.