[The PCD flicks on to bring into view a vaguely weary-looking, ponytailed Sango, a very long, thick green scarf wrapped around her neck and shoulders. She's in a room that's different from that of her old one at the Japanese house she lived in with Inuyasha, Kagome, and her brother; against the wall leans Hiraikotsu and a satchel misshapen with ( Read more... )

[There is silence on the feed for several beats as Sango tries to gather her scattered thoughts. When she does speak, it is with tightly controlled grief and rage. Bless the stupid soul who thinks to piss her off even more right now...]

...for those of you who weren't here for when I made the offer initially: a while back, I found a forge, and I ( Read more... )

[There's the clattering of what most Adstringendum residents should recognize as a PCD being dropped.]

Shit. Stupid thing is always--!

[There's a lot of gruff female cursing, noises that suggest some sort of preparation. A quick muttered name or two, practically palpable with rage, Kohaku and Chichi-ue and other unidentifiable ones, and then a ( Read more... )

[Filtered from Naraku]

[The feed flicks on. Sango is on-screen, full-facing, meeting the camera's gaze unflinching. In the background is the Wall, so she's definitely outdoors, though what she's doing exactly remains unclear. For once, Kirara isn't with her. She opens her mouth to speak.]

I--

[--but she pauses. Carefully. Calculatedly. Listens. There' ( Read more... )