[Mist swirls along the edges of rock, thick and almost tangible through the screen (Perhaps it is. It's mist after all). The Forge is at an awkward angle, propped against something, possibly so that it can be turned on in a moment.

It's impatient. So have a view.

Irene sits on the edge of that rock, a silver helmet in her lap. The rock itself is ( Read more... )

M-mommy..?

[Somebody is looking spectacularly professional today.]

For the record? No fighter represented by me has ever cheated. They don't have to.

[...]

Unless we're talking about in the casino, and what they do on their own time isn't any of my business.

The recent accusations made by Natives against some of my fighters and Speed Kills Entertainment ( 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... )

...um. Has anyone seen... Zack?

[A long pause.]

I normally have more to say than this.

...Isley, can we talk? Oh! Not about anything bad.

...I've already been here for half a year, huh?

Time sure flies.

[ There is silence but for the sound of gloved fingers occasionally brushing the buttons of the Forge. It's almost as if Kunsel is tentatively debating shutting the device off, but he doesn't. ]It's hard to believe that so much has happened over the course of the last six months ( Read more... )

I require all ShinRa employees present in Anatole to report in. I am quite curious who all is here, I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn't manage to talk to all of my employees ( Read more... )