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[When the PCD turns on, she's staring at a knife in her other hand (cheap stainless steel, salvaged, wasn't meant to last very long anyway), noting the way it's sheered off in half, weak metal succumbing to stress and finally breaking when she used it to set off a trap just ahead of her. Her expression isn't the vague annoyance or ( Read more... )

Whoa, whoa!

[Anko drops the PCDas she scrambles backwards and into a defensive position, staring at a grave in front of her, a knife already in hand. Seems she stumbled on to one without noticing and whatever she's seeing has her transfixed in horror for a moment or two ( Read more... )

[Gone is Anko's customary jacket, replaced by a loosely-draped kimono over her mesh. She's lounging against a tree, alternating between watching antics on the PCD and watching for them in real space. She doesn't look particularly worried ( Read more... )

[Boy does Anko look unamused today. Even her usually neutral-to-happy (sort of) expression was missing, superseded by something far more serious, almost angry ( Read more... )

...[There's a very pissed-off-looking girl on your PCDs today Adstring. Purple, spiky hair might give away the identity to some, but if this is Anko, she looks no more than twelve or thirteen--possibly a little younger.

But smart enough to figure out that PCD works as a communication device of... some kind.]

Where the heck am I?

Sure doesn't ( Read more... )

So it turns out if you bury these things for a week in a box, they're still pretty usable afterward.

[Anko demonstrates this wonderful feasibility by grinning into the camera. Guess what Anko did with her PCD for paranoia week!]

That was one of the less fun mind-fucks the Animus have pulled on us. I mean, some of us are pretty damn paranoid ( Read more... )