-=she's dressed thankfully and really isn't noticing that the Chanter's on. She's rocking back and forth in her seat, looking perplexed and worried, a low, monotone hum running through her.=-

I want my treatment.

May I go to my treatment now?

Topher? Boyd? Paul?

Sierra?

-=She's opened the door to the shop and is staring at some tall, hooded strangers. She knows them from the morgue.=-

Hello. I'm Echo.

...

Everyone wakes up here. -=frowns=-

You can't come in. Edward said no. No one is sleeping, now.

-=the figures won't leave. Echo's not budging. It's a Sigil stand off with the Deaders.=-

-=After finally selling enough of those light up bugs, there was a new home for the Elric brothers, Echo and Alfons. And to break in the house, we now have an Echo striding happily from the bath to wherever she put her clothes... It's anyone's guess if she'll actually put them on.=-

The hot water is very hot, Edward! It works well ( Read more... )

-=The pretty girl comes onto the chanter, smiling brightly and definitely happy about something ( Read more... )

-=She definitely looks like she's been crying. Her face is tear streaked and there are large welts on her face and neck. Every so often, her hands flutter up as if to touch her face, but then she stops, looking helpless.=-

The rain hurts.

[The Mirror kicks in to show that the Chanter is on it's side. And there's a mess in this alleyway that the Chanter shows. It looks like blood. Off to the side is Echo, looking at the wall with the blood smear, oblivious that her hands are coated with it and her face has spackle on it. Off to the opposite side is a form that's moaning low, ( Read more... )

[Oh look who finally came back. Someone has been off the air for a while here, haven't they? It looks like in his absence, he's at least gotten the hang of operating the chanter though, as hey look, he can do picture and audio all at the same time now. One gold star for Abel]

I-I'm sorry for vanishing for so long! Does anyone here remember me?What ( Read more... )

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Tch...  Are you even on?

[Alfons can be seen tapping the Mirror, tongue poking out slightly as he leans in and squints, trying to figure out why he can't see anything.  He sighs and frowns, setting the Chanter down on the small table beside his bed.]

I think that little man gave me a broken one...  Though if I try to ( Read more... )

Oh Chanter, how you enjoy tormenting others. There is a young woman seated on one of the wooden slabs considered a table, unaware that she is nude. Or at least it seems that way, considering she makes no motion to cover herself as the sheet pools in her lap. Her head turns slowly from one side to another, looking at all of the other sheets that ( Read more... )