Again.

She's gone again.

[There's some noise in the background - people talking, distantly. Teresa's voice is the only one that's clear, but it still sounds fainter than usual.]

...I wonder if some meetings aren't meant to last. Maybe that's how it works here?

[...]

I'm sorry, Clare. I searched everywhere I could.

[the first thing you see is blackness... though the Forge is obviously recording. This is evident from the sounds: soft laughter (a man's, and then a woman's, too). When the darkness finally lifts, it becomes obvious that the camera was, until that moment, blocked by a hand. Likely the same hand that accidentally turned the Forge on ( Read more... )

[The Forge turns on, and what you see is... an eye. A dark, upside-down eye, in fact, which is clearly not Teresa's. Someone else has her Forge, and they're not sure how to use it. As they fiddle with it you can see that this is a girl, small with dirt smudged on her cheeks, and sloppy hair. The turns the Forge over a few times, curiously, and then ( Read more... )

...shoo!

[Remember the footsteps from last time? They're back, but the sound is different now. Less crunchy. It's still backed by the sea though, and distant voices with an eerily hollow quality to them - she must be near the Victoria, if you would recognize it.]Victories can never be simply celebrated, can they? I wonder what we're meant to do ( Read more... )

[You just get crunching sounds at first, footsteps over debris. Rocks breaking, gravel shifting, even metal being kicked aside at one point. You can't see it, but it's easy to imagine what kind of mess is being trampled through.]

[Then, a sigh.]Much more of this and the citizens of this city will have more to fear than a simple light. Fellow ( Read more... )

I've been thinking more and more about the future lately.

[She has a tiredness in her voice that some of you might be familiar with. Behind that is a thin whistle of wind, and the soft patter of water dropping somewhere nearby from the recent rain.]It's strange, I never used to. I had no reason to. I knew what my destiny was at home, in the ( Read more... )

I don't understand.

[There are noises. Juicy, crunching, eating noises that in all likelihood you've never heard from Teresa before, even if you had seen her eat. Which you probably haven't.]

...humans spend so much time eating and sleeping, but for us, hunger is a sign of-- no, that can't be it. I don't want meat. I don't.

[...]Helen... Where ( Read more... )

Anatole.

[she stays silent for a long time before deciding on what she wants to say. there are a lot of things, as anyone affected by the mist surge - directly or indirectly - will probably understand.]

[it's simple enough in the end.]

Let's not do that again.

Is this over?

It's good of the city to remind us that we aren't at home. We probably shouldn't make the mistake of getting comfortable. I don't know about the rest of you, but it seems like whenever I do, something... happens.

[Wars. Clare vanishing. People turning into children. Speaking of which...]And I had no idea so many of you were so ( Read more... )

You have lived in the village your whole life. There were never very many people in it, but your family has been here for nearly as long as the town itself. It's not very large at all, either, but it's been relatively safe, at least until the recent whispers of creeping monsters drawing closer each night.

Yoma, they say in hushed tones as you head ( Read more... )