Shurara-Corps-FC

 Mekeke's mornings were getting rougher and rougher. He was still against drinking coffee and he kept staying up later than he should laboring on puppet designs, when he really should be making lesson plans. But then again, it wasn't like anyone would experience his lessons, even if they were the best in the world. Staying up just seemed to be so worth it, though. Why waste time with stupid lesson plans that weren't going to amount to anything when you could be making a puppet with a camera for eyes? He still hadn't quite worked it out just yet, but he was pretty sure he was close. Nothing a few more sleepless nights couldn't accomplish. So

     Yukiki, at the time, wasn't doing anything of much importance. He was just sitting idly in a chair staring at the smoother surface of the wooden table, thinking to himself. Putata as well as Mekeke sat from across the table a couple seats down, away from Yukiki. Both were working together on a small project. Putata worked on some design for a puppet while Mekeke looked at the picture putting a finger on different areas of the design while giving tips on what sort of "tricks" that the puppeteer planned to add to the puppet. Yukiki barely paid any attention, only happening to pick up on bits and pieces of what the two were saying.      T

Once upon a time, there lived a man. There was nothing particularly special or intriguing about him: he was just a man, living his relatively ordinary and simple life. In fact, the only thing in his life that was out of ordinary was that he was neighbors with two enchantresses--an apprentice and her master. And the more skilled of the two decided she loved the man. But of course, it wasn't a real love, but a warped, naive imitation of it. She tried to put herself into his life one day, never giving him a moment's peace. The man had only offered he the most basic courtesy and friendship, but he wasn't interested in any romance with her, so h

       "You've probably all been wondering what exactly what we'll be doing in this corps," Shurara said. "You obviously know that we are going to be doing something related to assassination, but you don't know our target or our goal. I have called this meeting to discuss this." The entire corps was assembled around a large table. Each of them had spent some time being introduced to each other and talking about their new role in the corps. Now they were silent and attentive. Putata spun around in his swivel chair. "We have a goal besides the guy we're going to kill?" He was still smiling. "What's that?" Shurara leaned towards them. "Ha