[At first it might as well be a voice post. Darkness, and, muffled by cloth, the sounds of footsteps of voices.]

Hey! I said to stop! [The voice, slurred by drink, doesn't belong to any of the Scorched.] Fucking Scorched! [The footsteps stop.]

Basta- [As the man speaks, there's a shift. A rushed view of black cloth, of two pairs of legs standing ( Read more... )

[David's voice is measured, the words clipped. But you can tell he's not calm. There's anger and something close to despair coloring his tone.]

Who are the best people with swords here?

( bits and pieces )

Just where in the manor are they holding this party, do you think?

( private to Sakura )

[The sound starts with a clatter. Evidently the Forge turned itself on when it was knocked off of something.

The sounds of cloth being moved around. Heavy breathing which gradually subsides. Footsteps, moving away from the Forge. A door opening. The rattle of small objects. A cabinet slamming. Returning footsteps. A pause.

The Forge is picked up. ( Read more... )

Does time count here, do you think?

Dammit

Um, hello? [It's clearly David's voice, but he sounds tired, and more than a little scared.]

I-I don't know where I am. [As he speaks, it becomes increasingly clear that he's fighting back panic.] If somebody could please tell me...I'd appreciate that.

((ooc: Have David from early in the first movie, after he accidentally beat up some ( Read more... )

I'm worried it's not over.

( private to Naruto and Sakura )

[David sounds a little out of breath, his words being forced- or maybe pulled- out one by one.]

They-
I didn't, I- [His voice breaks a bit on the last word.

There's a long pause. He takes a breath. When he breaks the silence, his voice is conversational, though pitched a touch lower than usual, and there's a strained edge if you listen for it.I ( Read more... )

[It's dark, but there's the sound of a hand fumbling against a nightstand, apparently the forge was turned on by accident. A click, and a light turns on, revealing David, leaning half out of bed, a tangle of sheets around his legs. He seems to be breathing a little more heavily than usual. He kicks the sheets off, swinging his legs out of bed, and ( Read more... )