[When Ranka activates her video feed, she's standing outside as she takes a slow breath before she starts speaking. When she does, the pace is upbeat and very warm.]I was actually thinking about this for a while, but with all the grey it can really make a difference in people's moods, right? So I was wondering if there are others out there that ( Read more... )

[The video opens on a grey outdoor scene. Conan's beaming broadly at the screen. He's wearing what should be a uniform jacket on a grown man but on Conan is more like a ankle length coat. He also has a matching cap that looks like it belongs to the 1950s. The reason for this quickly becomes clear ( Read more... )

[The feed starts up to show a very sleepy looking young man with a pale complexion, and a small beauty mark near one of his eyes. He seems troubled and has his arms wrapped around his waist as he sits at the edge of his bed, for the recording.]

Excuse me?

[He speaks softly, smiling despite the upset look on his face.]I know it might seem to be a ( Read more... )

[Alright.

He's been keeping to himself for as long as it was possible without actually connecting with this magicked bangle, mostly because he's still very very pissed off over ending up in a mockery of the land he calls home, but there's only so long one can go before the itch of curiosity becomes too much ( Read more... )

[ The video feed comes on, but Rika doesn't quite address everyone just yet. It looks like she's taking a moment to move some windows around on her touch screen. There's a troubled expression on her face for a few seconds, seeming like she's struggling. This sort of technology is something she isn't used to. She didn't even own a computer back home ( Read more... )

Ohkay. So.

I think we can all agree being here is not what any of us want and that there isn't a lot any of us can do about that. So I dunno about you guys, but I'm not gonna worry about that so much yetWhat I'm more worried about is all this stuff coming down outside. It's pretty dark so I can't tell what it is but -- whatever it is, it's freakin ( Read more... )

[ The teenage boy on the screen seems calm enough. He's not panicking or angry or anything. Just thoughtful. When he speaks, his voice is clear but has a soft, quiet tone to it. ]

Talking to people got me thinking. How many people here have saved the world before? Or maybe done something not as dramatic but still very important?

[ There's a pause ( Read more... )

[The image is shaky for a moment, blurred dark hair cut so precisely and a quick glimpse of violet before - ah. Yomi peers down into the bracelet’s stone, blinking, and then smiles.]

I guess I’m still not used to it. [Out of sight, there’s a slight scrape of metal against stone.] I’m Yomi Isayama - I don’t think I’ve spoken to many people yet. I ( Read more... )