[A pale hand is slowly rolling a few Pokéballs on a desk, as its owner speaks softly ( Read more... )

[Rosie looks worried, when the feed starts. She must be, if she spontaneously decided to use the Pokégear; she's not done that since the first few weeks after Cecil's arrival. Yet today she is using the Gear once more, sounding frantic as she points backwards at the bed, where a sheet-covered lump can be seen ( Read more... )

[The sky is blue, and Mist is flying, and Cecil is filming. He's silent for a few minutes, long enough for people to start to wonder if the Pokégear was turned on by accident..]

...Rosa. Kain. Bartz. Do you wish to see dragons?

[He doesn't sound like he's talking about the Altaria dancing amongst the clouds. And he's not.]

If anyone else wishes to ( Read more... )

If anyone has found themselves in Cianwood and wishes to leave, Kayne still has some room on his back. We leave from the beach in two hours ( Read more... )

Rosa, Rydia. Edward is...

Edward is...

[He cannot finish that sentence, but those last few words are rather obvious.]

...Why can Johto not give without taking, for once?

[And that is all Cecil has to say.]

[The room is dark, as befitting the middle of the night. The soft sounds of sleeping Pokémon can be heard, undisturbed. A shadow that appears to be an Eevee can be seen sleeping on a pillow at the head of the bed. Cecil is in the middle of it, sitting up, his skin so pale it almost glows. The sheets around him are rumpled, twisted by an uneasy ( Read more... )

I've found Marcus and Seifer in my storage this morning.

[A pause. The feed shows the sky and nothing more, with small, regular movements hinting that it was not placed on a stable surface. The sounds of waves is very close by.]

My head hurts terribly, and my dreams make no sense, even though they're not quite dreams, even though-

[He interrupts ( Read more... )