Tainted White was not his favorite color. In fact, he didn't really have one. Many assumed, however, that he did, and also that that color was blue, but he didn't really hold that particular hue above any other. Really, it was just a matter of what he looked best in, both in his own mind and in the mind of the public, and he quickly found it. Blue: the spectral manifestation of calm and poise; the color of the strong, enduring sea; and the color which cooperated most harmoniously with his eyes and the eternal ring of the Phantomhivesboth a deep, regal cerulean.
So why was it, then, that white took such precedence in the gardens surrounding the Phantomhive estate? Many had asked, but no onenot even those closest to the young masterhad any idea.
During the early stages of the renovation of the mansion
Nuzlocke Emerald-Chapter 2 Professor Birch's lab was smaller than I'd thought it would be, or at least it seemed so if I didn't look up. Its high rounded ceiling gave it the illusion of size, but one only had to focus on the ground to see that this place was in desperate need of some kind of addition. There were shelves crammed with books shoved against the walls and tables piled high with papers so close to each other I wasn't sure how his assistants actually sat down. Against the back wall, in what I assumed to be Birch's "office" was the large machine I'd seen in Pokémon centers, flanked by two large tables holding books, loose-leaf paper, and one with a few pokeballs.
A few seconds after we stepped inside, Stephen leapt off my shoulder and bounded towards the machine, nearly falling underfoot of two scientists, who were too busy mumbling and staring at their clipboards to pay
Over Tea Good evening, Lieutenant!
The end had come at last to another long day at Centrals military headquarters. Uniformed men and women could be seen exiting the grounds; saying temporary farewells to familiar faces and laughing at the days events. Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye made her way home alone; the only woman-in-blue to do so on a nightly basis. Well, almost alone, as her faithful canine, Black Hayate, walked by her side.
Near the end of the large sidewalk that stretched in front of the building was another lone soldier. Although, his choice of clothes didnt illustrate this fact, and neither, unless one knew previously, did his age. One doesnt see many teenage gunmen.
Hercules and Virgo Rustling leaves and the gentle flowing of a waterfall echoed throughout the quiet forest. Tonight he was a light sleeper; almost every sound coming from almost everything had jarred him awake. It was as if his very soul suffered from inexplicable insomnia.
He left the campfire to stretch his legs and clear his head; making his way through the dense woods to where he guessed the river must be. The bright glow of a full moon was his only light on the trail and it made travel hard, but it also made the serene landscape all the more beautiful.
After a while, the path widened into a large clearing; divided in half by a long, sparkling river and he could see the other half of the forest opposite him. He splashed some of the fresh water on his face and sighed with content to the cold liquid as it dripped dry off of