[For a moment, there's simply a lot of dark clothing. Dark suit jacket, dark leather gloves, shiny dark buttons. The gloves aren't so much fumbling as examining, moving methodically in quiet indication that whoever is manipulating the crystal isn't bumbling in frustration but examining with interest ( Read more... )

[At first, the feed is black, though movement can be heard on the other end. The quiet shuffling is followed by a startled gasp for air and louder indications of movement. After a few seconds, the noise subsides and there is instead a bewildered and disappointed voice.]...How is this possible? A cruel Afterlife indeed if even it can't free me-- if ( Read more... )

[ First glances indicate nothing out of the ordinary with the Remnant. As always, Yazoo appears calm, collected and unruffled; if there's a slight pallor to his already light skin then it's very, very subtle ... and he's choosing not to dwell on the shadowed half-moons beneath his eyes. Dusty leather has been cleaned, tangled hair has been smoothed ( Read more... )

I wonder, have you all finally settled into the roles you are play or do you waver and wish you had another?

It's curious to see allegiances born out of necessity, isn't it? 

[He'd been in possession of this wretched thing for several days, paying absent attention to the sounds and visions filtered through the silver surface. Ever since waking here, convinced the Science Department had signed their respective death wishes with this chicanery, Sephiroth had come to the rather impossible conclusion that this... ( Read more... )

[The voice on the other side is rather dry and there's a hint of sarcasm as he speaks.]

War is an odd concept isn't it? Though, I wonder what motivates someone to act outside of self interest and start fighting for the so-called "greater good" - from what I hear, I was never one for idealism. It might a little fun, I must say that being ( Read more... )

[When the feed clicks on, there's nothing to see on your end of the crystal. Just a voice, one that speaks calmly, yet with a hint of malice and insanity.]

Isn't it ironic? The fact that we are called to fight a war for the gods here? Most of you- broken, beaten, gone mad... how pathetic. Yet Cosmos deems she needs you. Pitiful, to say the least. ( Read more... )

[ Yazoo's crystal flickers into life with a weak shimmer of pale cyan. It's faint at first, and seems as though it might snuff itself out instantaneously, although the shy little sparkle glows a little brighter for the accompaniment of soft, smoothly spoken words. The voice is deep and cool; Yazoo speaks levelly, never one for wasting his breath ( Read more... )