[Once more in the forest, one hand brushing against the trunks of trees as though they're not entirely there. Tear looks tired, far too tired, but somehow she's still upright and mobile, keeping moving and not stopping. Her back is straight and her shoulders held up stiffly, the posture of a proper soldier. Still, there's a sad look about her, ( Read more... )

[The forest echoes with the sounds of metal on metal, the high-pitched dragging sound of a knife being sharpened ( Read more... )

[Long time no see, Plane. The young melodist appears with all the pomp of one stumbling out for a quick breather after having a very unpleasant surprise. She sits down somewhat stiffly, as though it's been a while since she's stopped to just rest. Her upset expression doesn't change, however, even as she closes her eyes in an attempt to centre ( Read more... )

[Someone is really, really, really not too pleased about waking up to find out that she'd become what amounted to a gangly, teenage version of her brother. She'd managed to remove the more constricting parts of her uniform, now simply wearing a towel around her shoulders and a pair of dull shorts. Retreating to the Plane had seemed like the best ( Read more... )

[It's silent in the woods. Perhaps too silent? The only thing that can be seen is what looks like a pillow that has been carefully placed in the midst of some branches on one of the trees. The pillow itself seems to have some very angry-looking squiggly lines drawn on it, as though it is frowning intensely. There are a few small circles drawn on ( Read more... )

[Two figures appear in the Plane, looking somewhat worse for wear - as though they've been through a vicious windstorm or something similar. One, a young man with a white jacket and red hair, is lying passed out while the other, a girl with long brown hair and an unusual brown uniform, is kneeling down beside him. She leans over his prone body, ( Read more... )