Anyone else see those... hunting parties? Or whatever they were. Some of 'em even have weapons an' shit. I know I've heard some people here talkin' about hunting this singing lady down, but I don't think it's a good idea. If we can find her and talk to her, sure, maybe ask her about what's goin' on. Ask her to stop even. She's been singing but-- ( Read more... )

What happened here, guys? I thought you three would be happy here together, but naruto seems worse off than before I died.

I know there're some new people in this place and all. Name's Naruto. The natives don't like us much but try t'get along if you can, okay? If you need anything just ask- [Pause.] ... just ask. This might be different from what you're used to but you're not alone. The Patrol Unit'll help and I figure, so will the Policing Division ( Read more... )

Does time count here, do you think?

Does--does anyone know where Priscilla is?

[Or if she even survived. Not going there, but Sakura's tone is quite grave.]

I have... something I have to tell her.

[sleepy mumbling and static ( Read more... )

[Hiss and slip of static as the room comes into lowlight focus through the Forge.

Ambient crackling, and behind it the rasp-dark breath of long suffering sleep. It is probably no accident that the Forge transmits - it seems to have started by itself - it's staticked transmission rising and falling in time and tune with the shadowed silhouette ( Read more... )

Ow… ow. OW! What th-? [ blackness lifts from Forge viewscreen. Black leather duster. Forge had been digging into wearer's back ] Oh give me a break, what are you supposed to…? [ Forge is lifted and video promptly obliterated by series of incompetent button mashings ]

[ a few minutes later. ] [ Voice ] [ very low ]

Angel?

Illyria?

[ pause ] ( Read more... )

[Wow, what an uncomfortable sounding Zack we have. Is it any wonder, really, with what's happened recently? Didn't think so.]

Yeah, so, crazy week, huh? Wasn't...quite expecting that. Didn't even think it was possible, really. I didn't dream about it this time, so maybe...ah, maybe that means it's finally starting to go away. And to think, this ( Read more... )

[The Forge turns on and a sparsely decorated room comes into view. Steel-embedded, brick-inlaid walls, worn wooden floorboards, and in the center a dark table, only the top of which is visible, littered with books both opened and closed, the contents of which happen to be difficult to make out. Someone has been doing some heavy reading, though, ( Read more... )