#fading purity

                                                rottingpurity​ |Giltz|

                                             fading-purity​ |Jezebel|

       Glancing outside the window you realize just how dark it’s         gotten already, shame. It looks like you’ll have to find the        closest inn once you reach Resembool. Waking Winry up        this late at night didn't exactly feel fair (or like a good idea).

       With a yawn you stretch yourself out against the seat before        deciding to get up. It would be another hour before you         reach the station and the cart was practically empty.        Light conversation with one of the other passengers        sounded enough like a good idea to pass the time.

embracing-chains

fading-purity

remainiinghope

halfdeadpurifier

One could call the citizens of the file ghosts. They wandered about, transparent and intangible, rushing from building to building. But..the strangest part was the fact that actual specters floated about with the elsen in the very same state. Yet not a single elsen acknowledged the existence of the specters and vice versa.  This was the type of sight that The Batter had come accustomed to, and ever now and then he would stick his bat out and trip an elsen or prod a specter with his bat and watch the looks of confusion. It was a fun little game, one to keep him busy. He had been playing his game when he heard footsteps. He immediately spun around and gripped tightly onto his bat, glaring at the intruder.