[The transmission is intermittent at best. What's most visible are the masts of the ship, and behind them, the rumble and grumble of thunderstorms. There's a light rain coating the camera. Combined with Luke's amateur filmography, he's blurry for a minute before he settles down.]Hey, ιt's been a little over a wεεk since we lεft, so I thought I'd ( Read more... )

[The camera is lopsided and apparently on the ground outside Building 1. It catches two sets of identical shoes shuffling around each other, two sets of white coats (though one is stained with rainbow paint?), two voices raised against each other in argument. The first voice is slightly more shrill, but also more teasing, more desperate. It's Luke ( Read more... )

[A slightly older Luke can be seen training with his sword in a secluded part of the City. He's dressed something like this, though he's currently wearing a black tank top-- his police officer's jacket is the pillow the communicator rests on. There's an unmistakable broadness to his shoulders and his back is straight even as he goes through some ( Read more... )

[All Luke sees is someone with red hair and dark clothes standing in the living room. Shocked, he drops the communicator onto the floor. Good thing it's resilient.]

A-Asch...?! [His voice is so wavery, so hopeful, with just an edge of panic. The replica-no, the clone turns his head to look at Luke. They're almost exactly alike, including duckbutt ( Read more... )

[You know all that unpleasant shuffling you hear when someone butt-dials you on their cellphone? It's basically that for a minute or two. There's a lot of static and angry mumbling and darkness, and then the communicator finds light. Sweet, glorious light of the late afternoon, and a too-close zoom on someone's face: green eyes, a few stray bits of ( Read more... )