[Somewhere in Sphere--or rather, more specifically in the simulation room--a face that hasn't been around for nearly three weeks makes its appearance once more... with some apparently unexpected company.

The NEXUS skids across the gray floor, capturing a tumbling image of Lightning wrestling a strange-looking creature. Trapping the soldier in its ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder, why is it people never learn? How do they continue to exist when they never remedy their mistakes and keep destroying? Why can't it, will when it just be over ( Read more... )

[Rasler appears on screen and he looks a bit confused.]

Does anyone know what to make of what appeared on the screens in the central station? I believe there was coordinates on one, and that other hardly made sense. Although considering what happened previously, I highly doubt we'll learn something of it.

[His expression relaxes a bit, as he ( Read more... )

[Steps down a corridor sound quietly, then a pause. A singular hand draws forth paper and upon the nearest surface he scrawls upon it.

Over his shoulder is slung a satchel and within his parchment and pens. Despite his dislike for them, as he would rather hold a quill, they are seemingly efficient for his current efforts and those efforts involve ( Read more... )

[Eve's soft rasping voice begins to tell you a story. Her tone seems a bit distant, distracted, as she recites it from memory:]An elderly Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life ( Read more... )

[as the feed switches on, a good deal of cheerios will see a familiar face. after all, shouta's gone through a lot to get an extensive network of people under his belt in these long months. his progress has all but halted lately, however, due to another familiar predicament ( Read more... )

[Sora's face comes onto the communicator, grinning like a madman, though he seems to be having some difficulty holding the communicator straight. The background is moving like he's trying to escape from someone, but it's also being jerked around like he's trying to keep it out of that person's reach.]

Attention everybody! This-! This is - ow! - a ( Read more... )

[The final crescendo: the third night, the third hour. As she speaks the cold hard rain clamors at the dreams of the sleeping, threatening, crying, chills clawing at the sick--(the devil on the breeze, and where he goes the sickness follows: soullessness, greed, power, and even that virus they have all come to fear and murmur of in echoes as those ( Read more... )

[The second morning, the third hour, and who was to say that only the holy could answer to trinities (Grief, Despair, and Pain.) Elated--(for now, only for now, greedy sinners never happy all the time, must suffer for what you you've done: must glut for more to come)--she laughs noisily, the sound crowing out of her, rasping:]

O well done! I ( Read more... )

[Murmured feverishly. She studied Macbeth in school, Shakespearean literature very closely indeed, she loved the bard, she loved his men and his women, his tragedies and his romances. A wicked pen he had, a sense of humor and of rhyme that is yet unmatched.]

Thunder ( Read more... )