[When the feed comes on, it's with some rattled bouncing on the ground, followed by an exasperated sigh from Squall.]

Cut it out. It's not food. [He lifts the Mognet up and the next thing you'll see is a bright yellow chocobo's face.] It's a communication device. See.

[There's a moment of silence, and then... WAAAARK! The chocobo starts trying to ( Read more... )

[Squall's looking pretty banged up and disoriented-- enough for him to swallow his pride and turn on the feed. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he needs help. Looks like he's still outside somewhere, crouched on the ground and clutching his ribs with his free hand. That's hardly the only thing that's prohibiting him from moving, but he doesn't ( Read more... )

[Oh, look who it is. You're treated to an inside look at Squall's room. Well, it's his retreating hand at first. He'd heard some screaming and carrying on, forgot he'd left his Mognet on and went to fix that. Only, in his slowly-coming-out-of-a-nap daze, he turned it on a video feed instead. With a sigh, he rolls away from the feed and onto his ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to Squall standing outside the Warrior's Guild with his Gunblade resting against his shoulder as always. He looks... miserably bored, which does a great deal to explain his request.]

Anyone feel like sparring? ...Anything goes.

[Just give him something to do. He's tired of sitting in his room.]

[Squall's standing in the middle of his room with his gunblade resting on his shoulder. He looks a lot little restless. He's heard other people asking about it and... now it's his turn.]

This Warrior's Guild thing. I want in.

[Thanks to all this transformation nonsense, Squall's been struggling a little with his communication device. (Here's looking at you, claws.) An audio transmission that was supposed to be locked to Vincent ended up being a public video feed. ...And it's pretty clear why he's been having a sudden preference for audio transmissions lately ( Read more... )

[The video feed blinks on to reveal a young man standing at an awkward angle with the city's vast landscape behind him. Seems the device is laying on the ground and has yet to be discovered. The guy puts a hand on his hip, shifting his weight to one side and looking pensive.]

...So. It's not another dream. [A slow look around.] Just what is this ( Read more... )

[The video feed cuts on, showing a pair of large blue eyes and a head of brown hair, but no facial scar. The expression on Squall's face however, is probably somewhat recognizable by the people who know him. With brows knitted he opens his mouth to talk, pausing only a moment before the squeaky childlike voice passes his lips.]...What the hell is ( Read more... )

[Somewhere during the day, Squall came to the realization that he was talking outloud to himself. Currently he's staring at the device used to let him speak over the mognet, with a gloved hand clapped tightly over his mouth. It's a losing battle. The hand falls away from his mouth, and here comes the tl;dr.]With Ultimecia gone, everyone should have ( Read more... )

[The sound and video cuts on abruptly, but for the the moment all that can be seen is a very strange view of clouds and sky. Scuffling can be heard, and eventually a gunshot. Steps make their way closer to the device, getting louder as they get closer. Eventually, Squall's form can be seen looking down into the camera of the blackberry-like item.  ( Read more... )