MidniteDancer-D

The Importance of Properly Lengthed Skirts Here at our facilities at Neinescape Hospital we hope you have noticed the length of the skirts on our nurses. We are proud to say that we keep our skirts at S&A (Safety and Awesome) regulations; just long enough. Now, we have had complaints from frumpy patients and family and staff and visitors who are used to frequenting old establishments who don't follow S&A rules and regulations. They have claimed them to be "too short". Not only are these claims ridiculous, irrelevant, and lame, but we here at Neinescape assure you that there are many merits for this. It is not for "perverted" reasons, as o

The Trio had searched the Conquistador to discover that their charges had disappeared. Antonio looked back out at the incoming wave. A speck in the distance caught the captain's eye. Now almost fully sober he called over his comrades, "What do you take that to be?" Gilbert squinted, "I'm guessing it's… some kind of… sea monster." "Antonio mon ami, one of your life boats is missing." They looked at each other a moment before scrambling across the ships to get the crews moving. ~X~ The twins were panting and their arms trembled. "Alfred, we're not going to make it. I can't keep up. Lovino, switch me out." The Italian didn't even

Antonio looked out of the door at the base of the fortress of the Forbidden Mountain, a glazed look in his wide eyes. He'd just gone through the whole of this horrible place, every room, top to bottom, even the grounds around it. Nothing. There was no way Lovi would have turned into the dragon… He didn't even say good-bye. Antonio slid to his knees. He lived alone on a small tomato farm not far from the base of the mountains, his parents having once been in indentured work to the witch. They died right before they paid off their debt so it was given to Antonio. He'd never let this get him down though. Often he stayed and played with

Ludwig, for all his bravery, was still pinned against a cliff by both a raging inferno and the 200-some foot tall hungry source of said inferno. If he didn't get out soon he probably never was. Something tugged on his dishevelled hair and a clear voice bid him up. He deflected another jet of fire with his shield before transferring his sword to his shield hand and began to climb with three appendages as the dragon took its next breath. The rock was rough and hard and held under his grasp. When he'd reached the top he tossed his sword with practiced ease back to its proper hand and turned to see the dragon lunging at him again; perhaps it th

In a shower of sparks, something soft thumped against the metal of Ludwig's shield. He risked a look to see that the arrows have turned into burnt pastries. While the scent wasn't too appealing, they landed harmlessly around them. Nearby he heard the red faerie laugh, "Scones will always work for good!" Ludwig rolled his eyes and leapt onto the still saddled horse, racing out of the courtyard of the castle. As they reached the portal that lead to the bridge a stream of boiling oil was poured on top of their heads. This time the green faerie reacted, changing it at last minute into a rainbow. Ludwig could still feel the heat of the liquid as

When the faeries arrived at their cottage they were greeted with the sight of a struggle. Then Arthur spotted the hat left forgotten on the floor. He looked at the other two. They all looked west towards the mountains. "Are we really going to do this?" the Frenchman asked, his love of love momentarily overshadowed by near-assured death. The two nodded and he sighed before taking off again. The Forbidden Mountain loomed stark against the speckled night sky like Satan's middle finger. Shrinking, they flew inside and managed to avoid all the strange guards in the dark labyrinth, but they never found the prince. Taking a break on a ledge it was

Ludwig tucked himself into the most corneryist corner he could find on the dinghy. The churning of the water was much more prominent here rather than on the large ship. Upon striking out five minutes ago he'd already thrown up once. America called from his position at the left oar, "Are you sure we're heading in the right direction? I don't see any land yet!" "Alfred", Matthew explained, with the patience of a saint, "We've only been going for a few minutes. We can still see the ships plainly. If the current's working against us than it'll take some time." The American huffed and crossed his arms, foregoing rowing all together, "This stinks