[There is a mask staring at the screen. It is a deep orange with black lines that swirl in circles towards the lone eye hole. Upon closer inspection, the mask seems to be upside down... and attached to a body. A broad shouldered and pale body, mostly hidden under a black and red cloak. There is a blue collar fitted snugly around his neck ( Read more... )

[He touches his chest, looking a bit sad.

He touches his chest again.

And once more.]

It's over already...

But it was so fun...

[Back from the dead. Of course by the time he gets his faciliberry turned on, he's already beeping again.]

Izuna...

This... It wasn't a dream so then...

[The beeping is still going ( Read more... )

[They were doomed from the start.

Night terrors plague this bloodline. It's the bane of anyone with a conscience who kills on a mass scale, and kills well. Izuna's had them nightly, and tonight.

Tonight is no exception.

The only difference is that little explosive charge, set to detonate with enough adrenaline, a pulse jacked high enough. When his ( Read more... )

[Look, the guy's unarmed and in a strange place. Of course he's going to improvise. Thus, the faciliberry is used as a weapon. It's almost like a shuriken... if you throw it fast enough. So the first thing that shows up when the faciliberry inevitably turns itself on? The splattering guts of some massive arachnid. But the 'berry is moving at such ( Read more... )

[Lounging about as usual. Madara is flopped across the couch of Suite 35, looking perfectly devious and much too pleased with the current situation. He's rolling two bamboo sticks between his hands. Is it some kind of game?]

30D. Who is 30D again?

Whoever you are, I want you to kill...

[He stops rolling the sticks, holds them together in one ( Read more... )

Nel. William.

Report to me immediately.

William.

I have a task for you. It's of the utmost importance.

That went well.

Don't you think?

[Madara is sprawled out on a very pink bed, lying on his stomach, bare feet kicking the air contentedly. He's painting someone else's fingernails. It's such a tiny hand, so so pale. The angle of the faciliberry doesn't offer a view of the arm's owner.]

Was someone looking for me?