SHRIEKING SKULLS WILL SHOCK YOUR SOUL AND SEAL YOUR DOOM TONIGHT

[acherontiastyx]

[After 10:00 p.m., the library's... definitely a little different. The tables have lit candles on them, and there are... kind of janky cardboard cutouts set on some of the shelves. An attempt was made, at least, even if there could've been more boxes destroyed in the attempt...

But regardless. There's candles set around a place for some snacks if anyone wants to bring them, and there's also a blanket set on one of the tables. Because clearly, that's where the storyteller's supposed to sit...? Maybe you wanna do it. Maybe you just want to stand or sit or something.

Either way, let's get fucking spooky up in here.]

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[stepout]

[ This entire story was a trainwreck she couldn't stop listening to, jesus christ.

A really sad trainwreck? But a trainwreck. ]

...What's wrong with your world?

[alchemicals]

[You okay there, Chiyuki?]

...If it makes you feel any better, we just have a lot of people who can do all sorts of things with their alchemy. The people that can't use alchemy, or at least can't use it well, seem to liken it to magic more than a science; some of them find the things we can do kind of alarming, and a lot of them are opposed to us being in the military because they think we're going to start disobeying basic principles.

That's where a lot of these stories come from. They're just urban legends, I can assure you - I'm just good at telling them.

[stepout]

[ Is anyone okay listening to your stories. Serious question. ]

A little better. Thanks. [ ...his assurance sort of reinforces that too, that shouldn't really be a sentence associated with talking with kimbley but here we are. ] Your profile being wrong or not, you are an alchemist, right. What can you do with your alchemy?