Folks always think the same thing when they come strollin' through the Door. Kidnapped, dead. Betcha a few even thought they were dreamin ( Read more... )

[A soft click as it's set on the surface of the table. (This is what starts the feed) A soft curl of auburn hair swaying past. Soft breath cut short by the press of teeth to lip and a soft hum to seal it ( Read more... )

[The crackle of static ( Read more... )

[ The feed is set on video, and you all have one very unimpressed Dean to deal with. ]

Right, okay. Let me just throw this out there right away; am I dead? 'Cause really, that wasn't the deal. [ It came due too early if that really is the case. ] And not to be nit-picky, but boy, this wasn't what I was expecting. [ Where's the hellfire and ( Read more... )

[ It's well after midnight. The camera feed is a mess of black and grey, the Forge screen the only illumination. It turns Arthur's face sickly, throws unusual shadows across it. His voice is low. ]

Tell me a story.

[ There aren't many left familiar with the way he demands this in bored, petulant tones. ]

About someone you lost.

[ An ( Read more... )

The feed begins with the sun filtering in from behind sheer white curtains. Balcony doors are opened upon a cliff side and a brisk Italian ocean. The air is warm inside the spacious room, sunlight bouncing off the clean marble floors and making everything shine brilliantly. Gokudera sighs and it's the only sound in the large room. Outside in the ( Read more... )

[Have a shot of Spencer sitting in front of the camera, looking a little bit uncomfortable. His hair is wet, and for once, he's not wearing his trademark shirt, tie and sweater-vest. In fact, it looks like he's wearing just a plain t-shirt ( Read more... )

[The video comes on, flickers and refocuses. Gin's face is close to the Forge, stained with dirt and blood.

For once, he isn't smiling.

Just over his shoulder, a building slides free of most of its foundation and crashes into the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and burying a couple of hellcats beneath it.Always knew you kept interestin' ( Read more... )

[ Arthur's leaning against a wall outside the Patrol Headquarters - there's noise in the background, same as you'd hear all over Anatole: rumbling and fighting. Sweat cuts tracks through the dirt on his face and plasters his hair to his forehead. He's breathing hard. ]

[ You had better believe he is gonna speech the hell out of this occasion.There ( Read more... )

the burn marks arent my fault. neither is the building thats kind of broken now

just saying.

( filtered to prussia )