[Plug your ears, Discedo, because there's an angry little girl in the hospital screaming in pure unadulterated RAGE over the network.  This goes on for a little bit, and then abruptly stops.

Rustling rustling, the tattered sheets shift to the side-- there's Riful, wide awake and sitting up, maybe she looks at her hands or something before glancing ( Read more... )

[Video clicks on, coinciding with a sharp sound of surprise.  The view tilts up and up--- there's the edge of the lake, and something like the hilt of a sword sinking into its depths, a glimpse of Riful's face, moon-pale and eyes wide with shock, and then the feed blurs as the communicator tumbles back down again, hitting the gray dirt and bouncing ( Read more... )