[ She means to turn it to text, actually, but presses the wrong button, so have a unfocused, upside-down image of Fuuka, looking pale and with dark smudges under her eyes; her low constitution is catching up with her, and the cold and hunger have gotten to her ( Read more... )

[ Look, it's Fuuka! She's sitting at a chair and holding a squirming kitten in her lap, who she lets go after a moment's struggle, smiling sheepishly at the camera. ] Thank you, so much, to everyone who helped look for Zio-chan. Um, as you saw, he's fine, and back home. I'll be more careful from now on ( Read more... )

[ Fuuka has left her communicator on the kitchen table. It overlooks a small apartment-slightly messy, some flowers in pots scattered around, and a couch against a wall. Fuuka can be seen curled up on one end, book in lap, reading, not paying attention to anything else ( Read more... )

[ Guess what time it is! Bzzap time!-The video turns on and you can see Fuuka yanking her hand away from the device, putting her fingers at or in her mouth briefly, looking perturbed. She still looks extremely tired-weary-but after a moment she notices the camera is on and smiles shakily down at it, before picking it up ( Read more... )

[ The screen is gross and a little red. It's blood. But the image behind that is Fuuka, lying in a bed somewhere in a nightgown. Her hair has been cut even shorter than usual, to allow people to get at that gash on her skull; she looks pale and tired but alive, clearly. She smiles waveringly at the communicator, uncertain, then switches it to voice ( Read more... )

[ The camera clicks on to blackness and static, which clears after a second as the Nurse that stepped on the thing steps away. She twitches and ambles away, bloody scalpel in hand, kicking the communicator; it skids and spins comes to a stop a short distance away, lens upside-down so that Fuuka appears to be lying on the ceiling, not the floor; ( Read more... )

[ The image is oddly blurry, as though filmed from underwater. But the general picture is clear enough: Fuuka, sitting on her knees, hands clenched to her breast. Although the image is bright, it flickers in and out and is more static than usual, as though from interference. A blurry "window", blue and purple, paned in gold, can be half seen, and ( Read more... )

Watch out! [ The feed turns on with a clatter as the communicator drops, skids away, revealing-albeit sideways-a moderately unusual sight, even for Discedo: A blue haired girl and a teal haired girl, the former kneeling to assist the latter, who, pale and sick and probably not supposed to be out of bed, had been taking a walk, tripped and fallen to ( Read more... )

[Those milling around the front of Latimir have probably noticed Fuuka before now-hard to miss the petite girl who has encased herself in her persona, a winged woman with arms outstretched and head lifted to the sky, Fuuka just visible-and unresponsive-through the woman's dress. She's been aiding in the rescue efforts like that, using her powers to ( Read more... )

[The communicator turns on to video and Fuuka mid-sentence. The angle is crooked to the point of being at a diagonal, catching half of Fuuka's shoulders and head. She is pale, and has been sweating, her hair plastered to her face, her eyes a bit dazed-but she's smiling at something off camera.]

"-Let everyone know I'm okay."

( not an ic cut. )