( Artemis Filter; Unhackable; Viewable to the Hellsing Manor; )

He walked the City streets quietly, carrying with him a rather large, white box. Someone was late in giving his real Christmas present to Yuuki, but today was perfect. It was snowing, and a fur coat would come in handy if Yuuki wished to play in the snow... only within the vicinity of the Hellsing manor of course.

Snow was nostalgic to him... He ( Read more... )

Hm...

[A soft sound of a body hitting the ground some distance away could be heard as Kaname skidded backwards. He stood up, dusted his clothes, and picked up the communicator as he watched "Santa" run away.]

As twisted the City has made you, Saint Nicolas, I must thank you for that little "game".

[He ran his fingers through his hair before ( Read more... )

( Private; Unhackable; )

My Liege, you are injured.

There is no need for concern. I am well enough.

You need only ask of us, my Lord, and we shall do whatever you wish.

...

[A sigh and a ruffle of clothing as he sat down behind his desk.]

You have only one purpose in this world: Protect Building 5. Let no harm come upon those who peacefully reside in there. Above all else, no ( Read more... )

[The troublesome curse that allowed the citizens to see each others souls left Kaname with an unfortunate dilemma...]

[Meeting Anna and accidentally looking into her soul had left him blind[White irises replaced the reddish-brown eyes he was born with. Even as a vampire, it was hard to find his way around the City, but he had to stay calm. He sat ( Read more... )

[When the recording starts, there is only silence... However, listen closely and you will hear someone breathing heavily, obviously very bothered by the commotion that's been going on in the City.]

[Or could that really be the only reason?]

...ngh. Cannibalism now, is it?

I would... advice everyone... to stay away from me... and the people from my ( Read more... )

[Private; Unhackable;]How odd... an entire month has passed with my being affected by these curses. Perhaps I keep expecting these things to happen and therefore they lack the proper effect? It would be foolish of me to think I'm immune to the Deities ( Read more... )

( Private to Sayori Wakaba; Unhackable; )

[On one of the tables of Turnabout Café sat a charming gentleman, sipping his coffee and tinkering with his mobile phone. The sun was setting and he didn’t seem to mind the waitresses and female customers staring at him as he read through several posts on the network.]

[He quietly asked the waitress for a glass of water and took what seemed like a ( Read more... )