[the feed comes on to a view of Namine sitting calmly in her room, communicator resting on the bed in front of her so the city can see most of her there. In her lap is a paopu fruit, that she's clutching to quite a bit more than she probably should.]Everyone, I... I'm very sorry I've been so quiet these last few weeks, I haven't been paying ( Read more... )

[The comm turns on to hushed sobbing; yeah, that's Namine, though it doesn't seem she's willing to talk, at first. This goes on for a minute or two before her voice comes through, still shaking.]

Does... d-does anyone k-know where America is? He can't be dead, he just can't--

It's important I find him.

[ooc: in response to this. Someone please ( Read more... )