Wh... [The feed cuts on when a hand slaps randomly against the table beside the bed, jostling a few water bottles on it. There's a clear-cut shot of the ceiling and gloved fingers half-covering the camera, and then a small, audible gasp of someone realizing they have woken up somewhere they should very much not be.]

That's not where -- That's not ( Read more... )

[ The feed starts off spinning wildly as the 'berry recording it is knocked off to the side. It comes to a stop against a building and the video finally stills.

Its view is pretty tilted but it's focused enough to capture Kite and Yoite in the middle of a chaotic battle. There are slaver bodies in various states of dismemberment strewn about; ( Read more... )

[Yeah, someone already had pretty shitty-ass lungs before they showed up here. Yoite has spent a good long while of this week hacking up organs that he wasn't sure he even owned, and it's rather apparent in how hoarse his voice is when he speaks here. His breath wheezes a little, whistling as he breathes carefully and deliberately.]

[He clears his ( Read more... )

[ Yoite doesn't look so hot. ]

[ He's been sitting outside Suite 11 for who knows how long, refusing to leave for death or money or any other deciding factors. His face is pinched and exhausted, drained of color save for the rosy flush around his cheeks, likely from a fever. His hair looks scraggly like he hasn't been caring for himself, but ( Read more... )

[Yoite is leaned up against the bed when the feed starts, eyes nearly shut. Someone is pretty fresh out of energy this week. The camera's only showing him from the shoulders up, very cleverly, though things don't look TOO weird. It's just a black turtleneck, a gray cardigan, sans hat again, but nothing out of the ordinary.]

[Doesn't explain at all ( Read more... )

Kite.

[Someone's parked awkwardly at the end of a couch - not on the couch, mind you, of course, just kind of curled up on the floor, arms folded on his knees. His hat's off to the side, his hair's tangled, and he seems to have a scattered bunch of popcorn next to him.]

This is easier to chew. Than the bars.

[He doesn't have much to say, he just ( Read more... )

--hard to get used to this again. Can't see the buttons. I don't know if I'm even. Um.

[Yoite's exceptionally close to the screen, just like old times, leaning in close and squinting his eyes, muttering to himself.] How does anyone--

Oh, it's on.

[Leaning back a little. Still squinting at the screen.I can't find it anywhere. So I don't think I ( Read more... )

[Scratching and then a splash as a faciliberry hits the floor, skittering across it into a shallow puddle. Its owner slams into the ground next to it, yelping at the impact. Kite quickly glances up at the guardian whose shoulders he just toppled off. It's another Rumbler, and something has gravely injured it if the wretched groans its making are ( Read more... )

Miharu.

( ...Cut for disturbing images? :U Just in case. )

--right. It wasn't right. Not right. Not good.

[The audio cuts in abruptly, midway through words, and Yoite clearly doesn't know that it's on. There's a lot of rustling going on here, the inside of his jacket pocket rubbing against the 'berry.]

C-can't do-- I can't--

[He cuts off, racked by coughing - it's abruptly muffled as he claps a hand ( Read more... )