::Lying on his bed, Vincent stares absently at the wall opposite him, completely silent. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks like he's in deep concentration. Something's wrong. He's not sure what it is, but something's definitely wrong. Is he sick? No, no. Proxies don't get sick, from what he knows. Is he tired? No, he slept well last night. ( Read more... )

::Vincent's fingers drum up and down the buttons of the VaLkyrie Express X game in the arcade cart, his eyes glazed over, and his expression a cheerful but bland one. After two hours of giving nearly undivided attention to the machine, Vince has achieved a top score in one mode, and has mastered the playstyle of a character called 'Yuri'. He's ( Read more... )

::Slipping into the new arcade cart, Vincent smiles as he looks around, noting the blinking lights and loud noise. Ignoring an abrasive voice yelling at him from the dancing machine, telling him that he doesn't stand a chance, he wanders up to the fighter game labelled 'VaLkyrie Express X'. Noticing the bright display, showing a man in a black ( Read more... )

::Vincent, feeling curious to see who his roommate is (and in need of a real sleep-- three months travelling the world without a bed does that to you), slinks silently into cabin B2. Peering around the room, he sees a neatly laid out bed on one side, unslept in and very fresh, and, opposing it, a... strange kind of hunk of metal and wood. Some kind ( Read more... )