[A woman has come wandering out of the wild places, dressed in bare feet and bright colors, strings of beads around her neck. She has sun-toasted skin that has clearly never seen a sunburn a day in its life, a smiling mouth, and her deep brown eyes are ringed with dark circles, not quite like the bruises of the sleepless, but close enough ( Read more... )

[Her hood is pulled low as she walks through a darkened street, press of the crowd around her as she pushes her way past men with heavy boxes and ladies with long dresses that sweep across dirty ground. She blends with the crowd and they are none the wiser as to who moves through them, not even the guards, resplendent in their bright armour, ( Read more... )

( The scene that opens doesn't seem spectacular; a city that seems more a study in grey than anything else. You can hear something - German, maybe - and the buzz of static. It's tense, uncomfortable, and so still that it hardly seems fitting compared to the bright colours and energy that make up Jules waking hours.

In fact, her dream is basically ( Read more... )

[She has not moved from the place where the Labyrinth finally spit her out, lying in the grass curled into herself. The vine has come to investigate, now that she has been returned to the Garden. Where has she been? Has she learned her lesson? Perhaps ( Read more... )

[Dominique is stood in one of The Apartments' brightly coloured hallways. She's clashing with the childlike air of the place rather oddly at the moment, as she's covered in blood, and has clearly suffered an attack or been in a fight - and a nasty one, at that. She seems as calm as usual, though, regardless of the scratches on her face and neck, ( Read more... )

[Kuja is standing in front of her Treehouse (adjacent to Sora's), smiling at the Vine as the mirror opens. This is obviously not an accidental filming. Kuja addresses the audience formally, with a slight bow.]Good day ( Read more... )

[There's a grunt, muffled as much as can be and the thwump of a body clad in robes joined by the metallic rattle of weapons as Ezio rolls to take the impact out of the fall following her jump. It is hard to ignore any sort of pull to home and while Rome is not a true home, she has been settled there, working and training and striking at her ( Read more... )

[It's been awhile since this girl showed her face on the Vine in a way that wasn't in a more private conversation with friends. Ever since her breakdown during the last incident, Mami's been scarce; she's had to do a lot of thinking, had to face a lot of painful truths, sorting things out in her head until she could come together again. It was the ( Read more... )

[ Caprica has never needed to use the function of the Vine that allows transmission of messages only to specific people, but for this... well, she isn't quite sure that it needs to be public. It takes her a little time, but eventually she configures the mirror the way she needs it. ]Dominique? I wanted to ask if it was all right for me to come by ( Read more... )

[Have a very unusual sight. Washington has actually decided to put aside the armor plating and helmet for the moment, instead just wearing the black under-suit from her armor.]

You know, now that those damn things that kept showing up are gone?  I think I could get used to a place like this.  The Meta's even been contained fairly well for the ( Read more... )