.hack//DIVERGENCE Main

Before Lowen could calm herself from the tears that had so completely overtaken her, the both of them jumped at the sudden, bursting presence of the hospital staff. Three doctors and at least nine nurses rushed past them in a mad rush, each shouting orders to the others. Lowen looked to Conner then,...

Conner didn't have the heart, didn't have the courage to turn and face her. He had been perfectly capable of handling this only seconds ago and now he found himself in a state of overly active anxiety. It wasn't the sort of anxiety one gets when going on a date with a beautiful girl. No, it was the ...

Walk. Left, right. Breathe. Zan's mind was transfixed into a sort of static simplicity as he fought to ignore the maelstrom of thoughts bombarding him. He had been looking for a home, some place that would harbor him without prejudice, since the moment he had been infected with Twilight. He was a ma...

Standing there, hazel eyes glazing over the clash of flesh and bone below him, Zan didn't know what to do. The lycanthrope prayed to whatever god would listen, to whatever ear would offer him some time, that they would take some sort of advantage. However, as time progressed, things only seemed to f...

I intend to be a member when this is over and I also believe I'm the onlyyyyyyyyy one 90% done with my solo. I'm set.

For the first time sense his reception of his Gift, he didn't awake with a start, but with the cautious eye of a predator. A foreign smell was suddenly plugged into his nostrils, invading his rest, invading the also tranquil sleep he had had in thirteen years. A growl mingled itself with his mumble ...

Conner once more found himself trapped in a cage of confusion, lost and uninformed. The Heavy Blade had initially pinned Gemini as some gullible buffoon, someone who had taken this 'Elaina's fortune telling a little too seriously. However, from the moment he had met Boros only moments before he had ...

The moment between them was a lasting one, the warmth of her embrace ebbing into his muscles. Her skin, the press of her face against his neck, was like honey and just as sweet, a fragrance that truly capitalized on the happiness his moment of enlightenment had brought him. It was a temporary fixati...

Zan's initial reaction was to leap up and wrap his arms about the woman, to hug her to him and never, ever , let her go. It wasn't that the projection was so convincing that he believed her to be the real deal or anything of the sort. No, in fact, she seemed to be mainly comprised of blue light like...

There was no clarity, there was only confusion. A world of draining pixels like upturning sand became Zan's surroundings, a whir of noise akin to some obscure but continuous blast of wind becoming his lullaby. The Heavy Blade had no time to digest the new installation of knowledge in his brain, his ...

For a while the pair simply walked through the expanse of desolation, not a word passing between them. Lowen's eyes wandered around, looking for any of the tell-tale signs of roaming monsters. One basic fact of the game; you didn't have to unlock a monster portal to come across creatures in the Worl...

The woman swung in magnificently intricate patterns, her body weaving, her child’s small digits latched around her own. It was a dance of celebration, a dance of joy and a dance of life itself. That’s what she was to the child; life. She was always glowing, always on fire; a passion for existence t...

So tired...drained. It was as if someone had stuck long, merciless needles in every sore spot on his body and had begun to slowly siphon his essence into some proverbial vial. It took far more strength than it should have to simply hold himself up on his knees, to stay wavering and not fallen. The w...

Zan, for one misguided reason or another, expected a smooth transition, a quick shift to another field. What occurred was anything but smooth; the descending, splintered rings making a very irking whirring noise as they reaches his feet. The Heavy Blade's form seemed to blink for a while, an almost ...

The books lay in disheveled piles about the desk, a few choice bores tossed to the floor, halfhazardly rejected by the college student who so vigorously scanned their pages. Too many words, too much ink, too much senseless babble filled his head as he looked for something significant, something real...