[Link seems to be in transit, if the bobbing of the communicator is anything to go by. His shoes strike the floor with sharp sounds as he makes his way through the apartment's hall ( Read more... )

[A frantic struggle has inadvertently turned this communicator on, broadcasting the final moments of conflict across the network. Paper talismans are strewn from floor to ceiling, walls singed, furniture laying broken…]

Shibari-bane![Off camera, the rustling of paper, accompanied by the dull thump of heavy weight striking the floor, signals the ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on to show a wide view of Link's face. He looks fatigued, the dark circles under his eyes alluding to several sleepless nights. It would seem the reality of their situation has finally begun to take its toll ( Read more... )

[When Link's webcam blesses the network with his unsmiling face, he's standing out starkly against the backdrop of his sparsely decorated (if not very tidy and modern) living room.

That's right, folks. It's that time again. Today's the glorious day when Link takes it upon himself to stick his nose into so-and-so's business, all under the guise of ( Read more... )

[A sudden feed cuts in and out... or rather, on and off. A grim, unsmiling face-upside down, no less-glares into the communicator, the backdrop showing off the rotted, sunken roof of the old school house against an unhappy sky. The line of sweat gleaming on his brow suggests that, whoever this newcomer is, they've been here just long enough to go ( Read more... )