[Wouldn't it be funny if she had a jaws ringtone?]

Is it so difficult to understand the desire to protect others at all cost? Is that why you chatter on your boxes? Is that why you condemn a decision you have made no attempt to understand? Do you think yourselves superior?

[This is actually irritated and thin. Congrats Bell Point, you've angered the Shark.]Pass your judgment as you will, but the ( Read more... )

-- ke Ayon, but that does not...

[Her voice is tight, and the recording is corrupted with static. It fizzles for a moment before cutting back in.]

-- eed of healing. This accursed --

[And then cuts out completely.]

I did not take it when I left the building, only the phone. I do not have one, and I am told it is needed to leave the S-Mart after entering.

[This is just... awkward, really.]

How can I replace the money?

[Deadpan. (Of course. What else would it be?) But there is something, well, unnerved here...]

This fog is not water-based.

[But it's still all she'll say on the topic.]

[If she's irritated on behalf of her fellow... dead things, or perhaps just at how many calls are going on, she doesn't show it. Her voice is still level.]

Is it because they are dead that your sense of ease is so shattered?

[Her tone is thin.]

I will keep the water still while those trapped are rescued. But I cannot control the current for long. Move quickly.

[Did we mention she's bad at segues. No?]

Kurosaki Ichigo. You will answer.

I have taken fish from the ocean. [It would probably be helpful if she told you where they were, wouldn't it?

No?

Yeah, she's done.]

The tides are turning, the wind shifts. This cold will break soon. It has already warmed significantly. Perhaps your buildings will unlock their doors when the snow melts.

[Okay, someone doesn't know how to talk to people. But whatever. There's a pause, and almost as an afterthought.]

I would have words with you, Kurosaki Ichigo.

[The feed is not of a person, but the dark smudge of a thumb and the hazy sky above. The waves lap against the shore in the background. Every now and then large flakes of snow drift past on the wind.]

-o much driftwood.

[While musing, her tone is bitter. A long lock of blond hair flutters past the screen.]

But the weather is fitting.