[ There is an inhuman eye taking up the whole screen of the forge. The pupil is solid black, the eyeball is an eerie yellow, and the surrounding skin is pale grey, smeared haphazardly in places with white greasepaint. ]

Woah...

[ And the owner of the eye pulls back, revealing an odd-looking young man - or troll, as is actually the case - humanoid ( Read more... )

[ When she does address the network, Isobel has a cool, yet calculating, maybe even friendly? Smile. Because, not long after waking up, survival mode kicked in. She's perused the Forge. She doesn’t see signs of Klaus. But she recognizes three people. No, Matt, you're not getting a shoutout. ]

Hello, Anatole.

[ She looks off to the side. ]There ( Read more... )

It's so cold. And the thing about cold is that you never get used to it. Not after hours. Not after years. The cold would have gotten you before the hunger did, if this place wasn't what it is. If you weren't what you are. If you could die.

There is a loud thud to your left. You look up, but dully, because you already know what it signifies. Another ( Read more... )

[ It all starts with a tumble to the ground. Well, the video feed does, at least. Not much else is tumblin' aside from the golden curls which cascade down Benten's shoulders, and maybe Liam's dignity. The camera provides a bottoms-up view of an (intimate) couple seated upon a plush chair: a brunette with a lap full of blond, all slender limbs, ( Read more... )

[ Rachel has a home baked vegan cake, and it has a little candle on it. She has her eyes closed and seems to be well, making a wish. ]

Please let me be home for my next birthday, Please let me be home for my next birthday ---

[ Then she blows off the candle and smiles a bit. ]

Hello Anatole - does anyone want cake?

( Mush and stuff lies beneath )

( Injury, possible spoilers for Fullmetal Alchemist. )

[It's no accident that this arena match is being broadcast. Helen has handed over her Forge so that no one would miss this match.]

[You're welcome.]

[One would think that she'd learn to be a little more careful with her possessions though, considering that their mountain of an opponent wields a large blade bearing a symbol that's familiar to some ( Read more... )

[Welp, It's Priscilla. And she looks slightly irritated. Maybe even more than slightly. Her nose is all wrinkly, and she's pacing a little, moving in and out of the camera's field as it sits, perched on her desk, recording her restlessness.]...I don't know how I get myself involved in these things. But I guess I'm going to be fighting in the ( Read more... )

Mustang, you should be grateful you're confined inside, it's freezing out here. [Yup, guess who is trudging back in the snow from the library from doing some more research?]

I guess at least it'll remind the Major General of home or whatever. This happen often around here? I haven't been here long enough to say if it happens a whole year. I'm just ( Read more... )