#((possibly))

2. Despite this obsession with and love for rabbits, Akane absolutely refuses to own one as a pet herself, for fear of something terrible happening to it, just like what she witnessed all those years ago. However, somewhere in Crash Key’s headquarters, she has an entire room dedicated to holding and displaying figurines and stuffed animals of rabbits. Only she and two other people know that this room exists and where in the headquarters it is.

((Nah. Rodan only heard stories about Anguirus and even then stupid bird got distracted by the smallest things because they looked cooler than listening to Gojis stories))

“A mean trick?? I would say.. trick.. or treat.. or STABS!!! Oh, and my target? I wonder too..”

Tagging: @whoro-akechi, @craniumcarrus, and anyone else who likes these kind of things!

Happy holiday.))

Terra smiles warmly as he looks at Laertes, his mate of somany years. His farewells have already been said, as well as well-wishes. Achaste kiss is shared before he turns and steps into the portal that Laerteshad summoned for him. A simple reinstatement of the long-standing alliancebetween the Ashillonian empire and that of Cybertron, that is all that is to happen.The cloak of his more ‘ceremonial’ attire flows around him as he passes throughthe rift in space-time, his destination in sight, visible from the depths ofthe tunnel. At least that is the case until the once-sturdy edges of the riftbegin to shudder and wobble, the structural integrity of the hole failingrather spectacularly.He sets off at a run, boots pounding upon the invisible ‘floor’ as he tries to makeit to the other side. The walls of the rift collapse noisily behind him, creakingand groaning before buckling inwards. He’s almost to the exit of the rift whenit gives a weak groan and collapses upon itself, cutting off his escape. Heskids to a stop on the invisible, glass-like floor and he tries to summon hismagic… Nothing happens. The collapse looms closer and closer, and the ‘emperor’tries to summon his magic again. Still nothing. Of all the ways to truly die—withina rift? Where his Core will be trapped for eternity between time and space… No!He will not succumb to it. Not so easily.He taps into the unbridled well of power that is his Core, which has storedpower for millions of years. The rift comes collapsing down upon him as his Formexplodes into volatile light and reforms into that of his Ascended Form. Lightfloods the collapsed tunnel, burning so brightly that it tears more holes inthe fabric of time and space and reality itself.Spectators on both sides of the rift observe the collapsed entrances to therift, silent horror abound. And Laertes screams as he tries to rush forward,only being held back by the others of the Pantheon. Light erupts violently fromboth entrances across time and space and the collapsed rift proceeds to implodebefore violently exploding, showering both sets of spectators with light anddust that would usually be found within a nebula. And then it goes quiet—and Laertes’howls of anguish and grief can be heard.-----Terra, still within his Ascended Form, rests within an orb of semi-transparent,solidified light. A great corona stems from the orb, harmless lest someonetries to attack it. He is unaware of where he is—his raw magic having acted onits own and put him within a sort of ‘stasis’.