Life and death.

[ As the video feed flickers on, there's no confused appeal for help or frantic mashing of keys; no, just a calm shot of a pale-haired boy standing underneath the star-flecked ceiling of the courtyard, almost seeming to glow in the soft midnight light. If anything, he seems perfectly at ease -- there's a calm sort of self-assurance ( Read more... )

[He's been staring at this...thing...for a while now. Poland was told what it was called, but he wasn't bothering to pay any attention to that because one minute he'd seen a shiny ball...thing...and then he thought he was going crazy and now...well, he'd never be touching anything again because it was shiny. That was for sure.

But now, staring at ( Read more... )

[The video clicks on to the face of a red-haired girl. There's no fear or hesitation in her eyes. You can practically feel the confidence brewing through the screen.]Hmph. They've wanted the best and the best has just arrived. Those scientists obviously have good taste if they didn't pick me out of random ( Read more... )

[ the voice that comes over the feed as it crackles to life is definitely not lockon's-- it's more mechanical and lifeless, belonging to the orange spherical robot he usually carries around. looks like it's gotten a bit curious about the communicator while the sniper's not looking-- robot jealousy? ]

ATTEMPTING TO INTERFACE, ATTEMPTING TO INTERFACE ( Read more... )