[The feed starts in a blur of blue and black. It's Lucian. The real Lucian, not the vampire, his skin unhealthily pale but alive.]

W-what...?

[The swordsman sits in an alley with his back pressed against the wall, Nero perched on one of his knees. His expression is a mix of confusion and panic - something the normal Lucain would never outwardly show ( Read more... )

[A shock as the Forge hits the ground - a small bounce as it clatters and skids, and the fuzzy blur of a small grey rabbit - gone in a flash as it leaps over the screen to reveal two sets of very different feet.

Two voices follow.]

Where is she? I know you know her, you've got the same scent on you!

W-what? I don’t know what you’re talking ( Read more... )

I've got to admit, I'm disappointed.

[Lucian...no, Prest smiles patronizingly. He's in the ruins, but keeps the Forge angled in a way that obscures any identifying landmarks.]

Of the few of you stupid enough to call me out, only one has gotten anywhere near me. And that was my doing. Is that brat really the best you all can do? Pathetic. I can't ( Read more... )

[It’s a video of the ruins. And of a familiar pink kid. And while perhaps some have noticed lately that she hasn’t always been quite her normal, jovial self, she looks especially off right now. Something has clearly got her quite perturbed and has for a little while now. On her face is a look of deadly seriousness that could rival that of Byakuya ( Read more... )

Dead already? Come on, that didn't even last half an hour! That's no fun. I want a nice long chase, not some lame fall off a ledge.

[Well hey, it's Lucian. Seems he's still alive and in Anatole after all. Judging by the lack of city noise in the background, he's somewhere in the ruins. The sounds that are present can't quite mask the fact that his ( Read more... )

[It isn't the ruins that's the backdrop this time, it's Dismas. And the Forge switches on as they often do when fixed to a belt. So many people pushing past, pressing close - some hurried, some not ( Read more... )

[It's hard to tell if Lucian intended to start recording this or not. If he did, he's lost whatever train of thought he planned to share.

The jacketless swordsman is slumped against a wall, sweating and trembling, in a room that's way too dark for the time of day. Only his paper-pale skin keeps him from completely blending in with the shadows. The ( Read more... )

[It's pretty obvious that Lucian is back to being Lucian again. The eyepatch and purple hair are a bit of a giveaway. Still, the sudden switch back to his violent, antisocial self might be rather disconcerting to anyone who spent time with the friendly and optimistic gunslinger. He's going to be even worse than usual now, what with all the old ( Read more... )

[Laughter and excited chatter. Hey, remember those kids? They're back!]

[It's an odd, odd thing. The voice still sounds like Lucian's but the personality controlling it is completely different. More friendly to kids, for one thing.]

C'mon, I'm really not that special! I just do what every gunslinger does. It's nothing worth bragging about, much less ( Read more... )

[The Forge turns on to reveal a young man who might look vaugely familiar. Heck, if it wasn't for the brown hair, green goggles, and blue-and-black uniform one might swear it was Lucian. He looks confused and very angry.]

If there are any gunslingers or civilians listening to this broadcast, this is Guild Second-in-Command Sartana. I would like an ( Read more... )