#ragna 001

[sinnerbl00d]

Blinking a few times, Loki's blue eyes slid away from the man in front of him. His attention turned to the woman who's calm voice managed to irritate him even more than the creature in front of him. He supposed irritation was better than indifference. Which was an emotion he was all too familiar with. She was on to him. In what capacity, Loki wasn't sure. Not yet away. The few times they'd interacted he had gotten this feeling. The feeling that she knew too much but had yet to see the whole picture. He thought the same of her. At least he would if his ego wasn't constantly getting in the way of thinking he might be missing something. Letting go of the captain with one hand, Loki grunted. "I suppose that is the fairest course of action." He held his hand out, the other still holding the man over the cold waters. "My coin." Loki lifted his chin slightly as he spoke. The man reached into his own pocket slowly and drew out a few coins. Whether it would cover what Loki would have spent to sail out of town or not wasn't much of a worry for him. It was the principal of the thing. "No need." Loki slipped the coins into his own pocket before gripping the man's shirt with both hands once more. He teased letting go of his shirt, allowing the man to rock back on his heels just once before tossing him onto the dock with a thump. "You're quite lucky the lady Ragna showed up. She saved your life today. I'd thank her." He informed the man as he turned to Ragna. "Happy? You've spoiled my fun."

"relax, kit," her voice is a gentle chide from the end of the dock that carries on the cool, wet breeze. hel stands quite still there with one hand upon the dark shawl that covers her shoulders and is drawn up over her head against the whipping wind that draws off of the water, the other curled 'round the handle of a basket that clinks with glass phials and jars. hel knows the man before her - kit - is more than he claims ; she is fairly certain he knows the same of her. that does not mean he ought to threaten to drown random humans for faults they have little control over, "the poor captain scarcely controls the city gates, nor does he pay your wages. i would think the fare for the ride is more than enough recompense."

her tone harbors little room for argument despite the bemused smile that tugs the edges of her lips. ragna is known to be a fair sort ; hel as well. "and the man cannot go fetch your coin if you send him to his death in the water." the wind ruffles the edge of her long skirt, the muddied hem fluttering about her feet and ankles and hel draws a step or two closer to the scene unfolding at the end of the dock, "be a dear and let him go so he can run off and get your money."

[seithrveined]

     // @mazhigigika​  | Starter Call

          “-- The hell kinda routine are ya tryin’ to rope me in?!“ The Reaper was just trying to get some last minute shopping done, but now it seems like a road block has sprung up in his face. A very... colorful one, at that. It’s kinda hard to figure out what this girl’s deal is-- but it seems like she’s trying to start up some kinda impromptu street performance. The crowd is dense enough to get one started, no doubt about that... But it seems like she was just waiting for a gullible sucker to pass by for whatever bit she had planned out.

     ... Wait, so he just looks gullible by default?!

          ”I don’t see how this is my problem, lady-- What would I even do?? I’m no actor--”

[worldrebel]

  there's a certain sense of... disconnect Nine feels for a fleeting moment.

          here, nothing she's known much of her life is present. there is no infamous group of heroes, no signs of a warlong since past. there's no threat of an endlessly repeating cycle. and there's hardly anyone who recognizes her. she's just another face in the crowd, a newcomer plucked and placed to face a new trial that will last however long fate sees fit. there's no sense of comfort or familairty here for her to grasp onto. it wasn't an impossible circumstance to be stuck in, but it wasn't an ideal one that either. essentially, she has to start anew and that task is far more difficultthan one might believe. especially when this city seems to like throwing surprises her way.

surprises that came in the form of a familiar face in a long red coat

      the witch is silent at first, choosing to simply observe him. her mind immediately flies back to her confrontation with him and the scar running along her back tingles. then, the confrontation with izanami and finally, the promise she asked of him. there's curiosity now-- did he keep it? did he succeed, or was her placing confidence in him a mistake...?

   a few more minutes of quiet observation before she decides to be the first one to break the silence.  " You're here too... Ragna the Bloodedge." 

@seithrveined.  -- anime 

[kagematsuri]

@seithrveined

      Bar food was, by and large, a pretty big gamble. Depending on the size and the popularity of the place, the quality could vary from ‘better than expected’ to ‘hazardous’. The latter was usually putting it kindly. Given the state of her rumbling stomach, and the smell of the food wafting from the nearby drop-off window, I-no was willing, just this once, to take her chances. Picking up her drink but not the accompanying napkin with the bartender’s number scrawled on it, she stopped in front of the window only to clear a few orders out of her way.       Then, without either hesitation or consideration, she slid her drink through in front of her, and then hoisted herself up onto the windowsill, legs swinging idly behind her. Straw still in her mouth, she pointed her glass at the man behind the closest set of pans, all pale hair and sharp eyes, expression bored and expectant. 

          “He-yyyyy there chef-- what’s your recommendation from the menu, huh? I’m feeling a little peckish and not at all like dealing with waitstaff.”

[eternalhunt]

     Never ones to stay in one place for too long, Kindred had made quick work of slowly exploring the vast city. They found it equal parts strange and absolutely fascinating how much one area could change when compared to another. Of course, even they were creatures of habit to some degree, and perhaps that is why when off on their steady exploration of the city, they were naturally drawn to the more natural of areas of any particular ward.

     This one, however, offered quite the beautiful sight indeed; even covered in a blanket of fallen snow, the bamboo growing here was almost breathtaking-- or so at least Lamb would describe it as such to Wolf as he stalked low across the snow, biting at the snowflakes which fell gently from above, “WORDS ARE DULL, LAMB, I WANT TO CHASE.”

     Lamb merely laughed. They came across then the other by pure chance, the stark red of his outfit against the pale white snow quickly catching Wolf’s eyes. The black hound wasted no time, whisking across the snow in a direct beeline towards the stranger, Lamb prancing close behind him in turn,

     “--LIKE THIS RED-THING! THIS RED-THING WOULD MAKE A GOOD CHASE!”

@seithrveined / s.c

[theoriginalseekerofdarkness]

001 with Blazblue for the fandom ask!

Favorite character: NINE! NINE! NINE! Outside her I love Ragna, Noel, Terumi, Rachel and Tsubaki as my absolute favorite characters

Least Favorite character: Jin and Platinum need to die in a hole

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

Nine x Ansem (Heartless Witch)

Noel x Anakin Skywalker

Rachel Alucard x Golbez

Hazama x Tira

Hades Izanami x Thanos

Character I find most attractive: Most of the female characters are attractive but Ragna, Kagura and Bang are quite nice too.

Character I would marry: I am going with Lambda. You got a Noel that CAN actually cook that way

Character I would be best friends with: Noel, Makoto, Carl and Tsubaki easily.

a random thought: When is the next actual BB game coming out?

An unpopular opinion: MvCI was better. In terms of gameplay and content and ESPECIALLY story it beat Cross Tag out of the water. Now in terms of complete roster, Cross Tag has it beat.

my canon OTP: None really

Non-canon OTP: Jin x Tsubaki. Tsubaki can do so much better

most badass character: Nine. Girl is the most powerful witch and decided since she hated the goddess of Death she was going to kill the world on her terms and created a new God for her own desires... All just out of spite

pairing I am not a fan of: Anyone pairing Jin/Ragna hurts me physically

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Bullet. Girl has barely any impact on the roster

favourite friendship: Nine/Relius. I love these two act like they hate each other but yhey respect each other completely and enjoy watching the other work.

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: Can Nine adopt me?

[bigmacdaddio]

1965 NY Yankee Rich Beck

This article was written by

Joe Schuster

At the end of the 1965 season, New York Yankees pitcher Richard Henry “Rich” Beck had every expectation of a good year ahead. For the Yankees’ Double-A franchise at Columbus, Georgia, he’d finished third in the Southern League in earned-run average, earned a spot on the league All Star team, and won 13 games, including a no-hitter, his second as a professional. In the last game of the season, with the league title on the line, Beck shut out Asheville, 7-0, to clinch the pennant for Columbus by a scant .001. The Yankees rewarded him by calling him up to the major leagues for September; he responded by going 2-1 with a 2.14 ERA. In his second start—his first appearance at historic Yankee Stadium—he shut out Detroit, 3-0. Looking ahead to the 1966 season, Yankees manager Johnny Keane said that Beck “figures pretty big for us in the future.”

Beck, however, never made it back to the major leagues. In the offseason, with the US in the midst of the Vietnam War, he received his draft notice from the Army. In 1968, after a two-year tour of duty, Beck, by then 28 years old, tried a baseball comeback, but found that he had lost his control on the mound. In two less-than-stellar seasons with Yankees and New York Mets Triple-A teams, he posted a 5.41 ERA for the two seasons, giving up 189 hits and 123 walks in 178 innings, and then was through.

Beck, who was 6-feet-3 and weighed 190 pounds in his playing days, was born on January 21, 1940, in Pasco, Washington, in a heavily agricultural section of the state’s southeast corner. (For years, beginning before the Yankees signed him to a professional contract in 1962, he listed his birthdate as 1941, shaving a year from his age. In an interview with the author, he said the scout who found him for the Yankees, Eddie Taylor, said his being 21 would make him more appealing to the organization than if they knew he was 22.) His father, Henry, operated a mom-and-pop grocery, while his mother, Ragna (nee Overlie), stayed home to raise Beck and his younger sister, Beverly. Both his mother and sister died when Beck was 8 years old. Shortly after that, Beck’s father put him to work in the store after school and during the summers. He started out sweeping floors for 50 cents an hour; by the time he was 13 he was working as a checker and helping deliver orders to elderly customers.

“Pasco was a blue-collar town whose largest employer was the Northern Pacific Railroad,” Beck said. “A lot of our customers were railroad people who were paid once a month and so they’d charge their groceries all month long and then, when they got their checks, they’d come in, settle up, and most of them would turn around on that same day and buy their groceries on credit to start the next month’s tab.”

Beck played football, basketball, and baseball at Pasco High School until he graduated in 1958. By his own assessment, he was a “very mediocre football player and okay at basketball.” He said he played those two sports primarily to stay in shape for his passion, baseball.

“I had always loved the game,” he said. Although he grew up before relocation and expansion took any major league-teams to the US west, he was a diehard Dodgers fan. As a young boy, he said, he spent hours a day playing baseball in his yard with a friend who was a Braves fan. “We would use a tennis ball in the driveway and play Dodgers-versus-Braves day after day, batting left- or right-handed depending on whose spot in the lineup it was.” That practice taught Beck how to switch-hit.

Beginning in Beck’s junior year, Eddie Taylor, the Yankees scout, began following him and, after Beck’s senior year, when he earned All-State honors as a pitcher, offered him a contract. Beck declined the offer because his father was adamant that he attend college.

“When my father was younger, he’d had the chance for a scholarship but had turned it down to help in the family store,” Beck said. “He never complained about that decision but he said it was important for me to get an education since it would open doors for me that he didn’t have.”

When his father was stricken with cancer soon thereafter, Beck—who said the two were close even before his mother and sister died—became even more determined to accede to his wishes that he attend college. He started as a mathematics major at Columbia Basin Community College and then transferred to Gonzaga University for the 1961-62 academic year, switching his major to business administration with an emphasis in finance. There, he played basketball for a mediocre team that went 5-9 and pitched and played first base for the baseball team. When his collegiate eligibility ran out, he signed with the Yankees for a nominal progressive bonus that would pay him $1,000 if he reached Double-A ball and lasted at least 90 days there; if he lasted 90 days at Triple-A, he would get another $1,500, and if he reached the major leagues and stayed there for 90 days, he would get $2,500 more. Offering him a salary of $600 a month, the Yankees assigned Beck to their Idaho Falls team in the Class C Pioneer League. In his first game, on June 19, he pitched a seven-inning no-hit, no-run game against the Boise Braves, striking out eight and walking two. He finished the season 9-6 with a 3.63 ERA, striking out 171 batters in 134 innings and walking 71.

In the offseason, the Philadelphia Phillies took Beck from the Yankees’ organization in the minor-league draft and assigned him to their Double-A Southern League team at Chattanooga. It was an all but lost year for Beck. In four games at Chattanooga– two starts and two relief appearances—he went 0-2 with a 7.50 ERA, while walking 18 and striking out only 12 in 18 innings. The Phillies sent him down to Single-A Bakersfield (California League). There, he started only two games (12 innings, 1-1, 4.50) before he became ill in early June with viral pneumonia that put him in the hospital for three weeks. When his high fever persisted, Beck’s doctors advised the Phillies to sit him down for the rest of the year.

The next year the Phillies sent Beck to Chattanooga again and, after a 5-0 start, he ended up 6-9 with a 5.38 ERA. That was nearly his last year in baseball. During the offseasons Beck had continued his education at Gonzaga and after he finished his degree in business administration he had begun working in a bank, SeaFirst, in installment credit collections. Although he hated the job, it was a steady one, he said, with the promise of promotion within the bank. He had married Jeanne Elizabeth Moorman in 1960 and while they did not yet have children, the prospect that they might prompted him to think about stability. “When the Phillies sent me a contract for the 1965 season, for $700 a month, I told them I had a good job with the bank and if they wanted me to sign the contract, I needed more money,” he said. “[General Manager] Jack Quinn just responded, ‘Either sign the contract or let us know you’re quitting so we can offer the spot on the roster to someone else.’ ” Beck decided to sign.

“I thought I would give it one more try,” he said. “I decided just walking away would be throwing in the towel and I didn’t want to do that.”

On April 12, 1965, the Yankees reacquired Beck from the Phillies and sent him to their Double-A Southern League team in Columbus, Georgia. For the first season since his initial one as a professional, he pitched consistently well, winning his first five decisions. Before the Yankees called him up, the highlight of his season occurred in August 13, when he pitched his second professional no-hit, no-run game, against Lynchburg. Beck struck out five and faced the minimum number of batters; he walked two but both were caught trying to steal.

In the last week of the season, Beck’s manager, Loren Babe, told him that the Yankees were calling him up after the last game. (Columbus won the league pennant; there was no playoff.)

“We were in Lynchburg when he told me,” Beck said, “and I proceeded to go out and pitch a not particularly good game.” Beck, however, proved that he merited the Yankees’ interest by nearly single-handedly winning his next start, the final, decisive game of the season, pitching a two-hit, 7-0 shutout against the Asheville Tourists and driving in Columbus’s first two runs with a second inning single. The victory gave Columbus its first league title since 1947.

After the game Beck and his wife drove 700 miles to New York to meet the Yankees. Beck remembered clearly his first glimpse of life in the major leagues.

“When we got to New York, we checked into the Concourse Plaza Hotel and I walked the six blocks to Yankee Stadium,” he said. “Someone took me down to the locker room and I stashed my bag in the trainer’s room and walked out under the first-base stands into the dugout and took the two steps up onto the field level and stopped and looked from left to left-center to right, to the right-field wall and I thought about how I had seen this field so many times on television. I thought about how Lou Gehrig had played here and that Mickey Mantle plays here now. Then it struck me, ‘Oh my God, he’s my teammate, and so is Elston Howard and Whitey Ford.’ It was an overwhelming feeling, that I’d wanted to do this for my entire life and there I was.”

In 1965, a year removed from what turned out to be their last pennant until 1976, the Yankees were having a miserable season when Beck joined them. While they had won the American League title the previous five years and nine of the previous ten, they were then in sixth place, 19 games out of first and ten games behind fifth-place Detroit. The Yankees brass had decided that September would be a month to find out who among the team’s young talent might be viable prospects for the next season. In addition to Beck, the team also called up pitcher Mike Jurewicz (who like Beck never played in a major-league game after 1965), second baseman and future All Star Roy White, shortstop (later outfielder) and future All Star Bobby Murcer, and outfielder Archie Moore, who had appeared in 31 games the season before and who, after going 7-for-17 (.412, one homer run, 4 RBIs) in September 1965, also never again appeared in a major-league game.

A week after his call-up, on September 14, Beck started his first game, against the Washington Senators in Washington.

The game was scoreless until the bottom of the fifth, when Washington got a run on back-to-back hits, a double by infielder Ken Hamlin and a single by catcher Jim French. The Yankees tied the score in the top of the sixth and took the lead for good in the top of the seventh on Murcer’s first career home run. (It was also his first major-league hit.) Beck ended up pitching into the eighth, when, after he allowed back-to-back singles to start the inning, manager Johnny Keane sent Jack Hamilton in to relieve him. After Hamilton shut down the Senators and then Pedro Ramos closed the game with a scoreless ninth, Beck had his first major-league victory. His line: seven innings, one run, six hits, eight strikeouts and no walks. In its account of the game, the New York Times wrote that Beck “impressed as a strong prospect for a place on the starting staff in 1966 [and] showed a blazing fastball, a good curve and fine control.”

Beck started again five days later, September 19, against the Tigers in Yankee Stadium. He was not quite as sharp as he was in his first game, allowing nine hits and five walks with no strikeouts, but ended with a 3-0 shutout, helped by three double plays. (“It may have been one of the ugliest shutouts ever,” Beck recalled.)

In his third and final start, against Cleveland on September 28, Beck lasted only five innings and took the loss when Indians outfielder Rocky Colavito hit a three-run home run in the fifth inning.”

After the season, with Keane and others in the Yankees organization talking openly in the press about Beck being one of their bright prospects, the Yankees sent him to their Florida instructional team. However, almost immediately, Beck received his Army draft notice. The Yankees, not wanting to lose him for two years, found him a spot in an Army Reserve unit instead. But a new law prohibited anyone who had already received a draft notice from opting for the Reserve, Beck said. He spent a few weeks shy of two years in the Army, stationed as a payroll specialist at Fort Hood, Texas. During the two years his name showed up periodically in newspaper articles whenever the Yankees talked about which of their prospects might be able to help stop what was becoming a serious post-glory funk; in 1966, the team finished last and in 1967 the Yankees ended the year ninth out of ten teams.

Beck was such a significant figure in the Yankees’ talks of their plans to turn the organization around, and near the start of spring training in 1968, Leonard Koppett of the New York Times wrote a long article about Beck’s possible comeback. But Beck didn’t make the club that spring, pitching the year in Triple-A Syracuse, going 5-5. Nor did he make it the next year. In fact, in early June of the 1969 season, when Beck was 0-5, the Yankees released him. He quickly found another team. “We were facing the Mets’ Triple-A team in Tidewater on the day the Yankees let me go and so I walked (to the clubhouse) next door and said to Clyde McCullough, the Tidewater manager, ‘Do you need any pitchers?’ He asked, ‘Is your arm all right?’ and had me throw for ten minutes.” The club offered Beck a spot on its staff and he finished out the season, going 4-1 the rest of the way, helping Tidewater win the International League title.

At the end of the season, however, the Mets sold Beck to the Kansas City Royals and he decided that he had had enough. “We had a daughter then (Kate, who was born in 1968) and I decided I didn’t want to be a baseball bum,” Beck said. “In my first year in (Class) C ball, I had met a player who was 30 and still trying to hang on and I told myself I wouldn’t be him.”

In the two seasons Beck pitched after returning from the Army, his bases on balls per inning pitched rose. During his time in the Army, he said, his baseball activity consisted of nothing more than a few games of catch on the base.

“For me, it was that I had lost my fine tuning,” he said. “Instead of throwing the ball on the outside corner, it was down the middle. My arm didn’t hurt. I just wasn’t sharp. I didn’t want to feel like that on payday, I would have to back up to the pay window because I was embarrassed to be collecting a check when I wasn’t as effective as I thought I should be.”

After he gave up baseball, Beck worked in lending at Seafirst until the bank laid him off in 1986. He and Elizabeth were divorced in 1975 and in August 1976 he married Cheryl Roy. They had a daughter, Chelsea, born on Beck’s birthday in 1978, and a son, Lance, born in 1985, and two grandchildren. After leaving Seafirst, Beck worked briefly for a company that removed fiberglass insulation, in a company he and his wife ran that sold aloe-vera-based skin care products and for the A.C. Nielson Company, for whom he was a market supervisor. When the author spoke to him, in 2010, he was working as a substitute teacher in Spokane, Washington, where he was living.

Once, he said, the students in a class he was teaching learned that he had pitched briefly in the major leagues. “One of them asked me, ‘Mr. Beck, weren’t you really upset that you got drafted and lost out on your chance to keep playing ball?’ After we kicked it around the room a while, I told them, ‘I’m sitting here talking to you but I was in the service with a lot of 18-year-old guys who went to Vietnam and never came back and so I consider myself lucky. How many times does a person get to realize their dream? I didn’t get to realize it for very long, but I did get to realize it.”

Sources

Most of the information about Beck’s early life and his life after baseball, as well as his comments about his career, came from two interviews I had with him, on May 12 and June 8, 2010. A few of the details come from a player questionnaire Beck completed in 1965 and on file at the A. Bartlett Giamatti Research Center at the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum. For details of his minor- and major-league career, I referred to a number of newspapers, including The Sporting News, the New York Times, the Gastonia Gazette, Newsday, the Lawton Constitution, the Charleston Daily Mail, the Montana Standard Post, and the Spokane Daily Chronicle. I accessed most of the newspapers through the archives at http://newspaperarchive.com, and The Sporting News through the archives at http://www.paperofrecord.com/default.asp.

For Beck’s major- and minor-league statistics and the details of his major league appearances, I turned to http://www.baseball-reference.com and http://retrosheet.org.

Photo Credit

The Topps Company

[greatxtransgressor]

This is what you wanted.

This is what happens.

The door’s locked, and Vicious is slumped against the wall. Everyone, yet again, hated him. It’d been a ploy to get them to stop, so he could take Aile and run. But it’d backfired, hard. He’d given up at that point, oddly.

And now, though he’d broken out of his jail cell, he was back in his apartment but locked away.

“Togaoni...” The voice whispers into his ear. “A demon. A monster. A great transgressor...”

It’s him.

That’s all he was.

“...Then the world can hate me all it wants.” He mutters under his breath. Pushing away from the wall, he’s more than willing to just give everyone what they want. The monster, the demon he truly is.

“I, BEARER OF TRANSGRESSIONS, ARISE BEFORE YOU. I AM A BEARER OF INNUMERABLE HATREDS AND EVERLASTING MALICE. THERE IS NO SALVATION FOR THOSE WHO DEFY ME.

MY TIME IS NOW. I AM CORRUPTION, DEPRAVITY AND DISGRACE; AND I TEAR AT THEE WITH MY CURSED FANGS.

TREMBLE, WORLD. FOR I AM YOUR RUINATION.”

The wall of Room #1 in Apartment Building #001 broke off, flying into the street and falling into the pathway of cars. Vicious, clad in demonic armor, emerges from the room and lets himself walk off the edge of the building-- crashing into the ground below and creating a crater.

He’s done this all to himself, and he’s done. Everyone will hate him no matter what, so he will give them more of a reason to do so.

Even if I tried to make amends, they’d hate me regardless. It’s my own undoing.

Ragna was right.

And that...

....was his last, conscious thought before the demon took over completely.

[vasteria-city]

Applying Ragna the Bloodedge of Blazblue fam. Application can be found under /app

Welcome to Vasteria City, Ragna!

Your Apartment Building is #001 and your room is #2. Feel free to decorate it to your liking!

- Mod Vicious

[suvyavastha-blog]

@ragnathebloodedges

          Teeth grit as she continues along her way, slipping past any upcoming destruction with snake-like ease. Step after step, her heels click, echoing around her in eerie return even as she tries her best to stay silent. 

          “The sheer amount of people hobbling about is dramatically larger than Utopaea; how help has not been sought is beyond me.”

[seithrveined]

     // @renaccent

          “Well? You interested in a fish or not?”

     The one he’s talking to seems to have been mulling over the idea for a while now; whether or not to get a cooked fish from Ragna’s stand. The sooner he can clear out his limited supply of fish and seasonings, the faster he can wander around the rest of the festival. But if this guy’s gonna be wishy-washy about it, then it’s time being wasted that he could spend calling out other people.

[seithrveined]

     // @lightoball​  |  Mistified

          “God dammit— I’m so sick of this crap!“

     This routine is getting so damn old— how many times does he have to deal with this paralyzed arm crap?! His eye being closed is one thing— annoying, but manageable. But having his entire right side feel so numb? He could have gone the rest of his life happily without revisiting this handicap. Oddly enough, his gripes aren’t even about his lacking combat skills right now...

     He’s just got a bad itch, and his left hand just can’t reach. Shouldn’t he be worried about more important stuff right now? Maybe— but with Ragna, even the little things count. Best to use this reprieve from running and fighting to clear his head of his bigger worries.

     That might not last long, though— he can hear something running through the bushes and grass. Sounds pretty fast... Maybe he can scare it off with a flick of the sword or two.

[seithrveined]

     // @perussi​  |  Starter Call

          “... Can’t help but think about how ominous this is.“ The animals on this island with the weird screen heads have always been........ odd, obviously-- but by now, he’s just gotten used to them as being part of every day life here. But today? Strolling by the Golden Ward, Ragna’s spotted the roaming dogs that usually stay in this ward, but the screens on their faces all have timers on them. It didn’t take long for him to associate the countdown clocks with the New Year, but...

     All he can do is hope that it’s only for the New Year, and not some vague warning about something weird to come. ... At least the dogs still want to be petted, so Ragna’s at least giving a couple of them that much.

[seithrveined]

    // @mischiefreagent

          “If you’re tryin’ to run all night, this way is clear. Y’know, if you’re headin’ that way.“

     Ragna had just planted his sword in the head of the last Shambler in this area, with the corpses of others strung around every which way. A few may still twitch and squirm, but they certainly aren’t going to get up for a bite. And with all the undead taken care of, the Reaper had finally shifted his gaze over to a stranger that had apparently stumbled onto the scuffle. His hiding spot was now being called out though, and Ragna wouldn’t have much patience for waiting around for an answer.