[It’s Zack, of course it is. He looks strangely serious, strangely quiet, even as he rubs oils down into the rather significant sword laying across his lap. He’s talking, but not looking into the camera; maybe he’s afraid of what you might see there.]

I want to, too, you know. Go after the one who hurt Yachiru. Of course I do. Of course I want to ( Read more... )

[With a clatter the Forge turns on, static clearing on the view of an alley and a flash of pink hair. Yachiru hits the ground hard, a splatter of blood tracing her path as she is flung across the cobbled alley. It takes her less than a second to regroup, dragging herself back to her feet and wiping at the blood from a deep cut on her forehead which ( Read more... )

I had a really... strange dream last night. Something I don’t really remember, but... something about dolls and... no, marionettes and... puppet strings? I don’t know. Part of me wants to say it comes from not being used to the Headquarters, now. And my new room, and my new bed. ...not that those things are bad! I just... it takes getting ( Read more... )

Hello ladies.

[ It's Arthur. He's randomly shirtless.Look at your man. Now back to me. Now back at your man. Now back at me ( Read more... )

[If you look closely enough, you may recognize the scenery - the close by treetops, the spread of the city below. Priscilla is on the rooftop again - this time of an only partially reconstructed Headquarters. And she is walking, stepping along the spine of that roof, balanced on the edge of it step after unhesitating step.]...I've been thinking ( Read more... )

--menti!

[Smiling, looking back over her shoulder. The arc of a brow now its company with an arc of water - clear, no strands of red hair in this stream - shooting from the tip of her wand. It strikes the face of a blonde girl who, aside from closing her eyes against it, stands mute and still, hands folded in front of her.]

Haven't we done this ( Read more... )

[ The jostling of a waist pouch causes the Forge to turn on and begin recording. Folds of thick leather muffle the sound of footsteps, as well as a pair of voices, but if you listen closely, the exchange isn't at all inaudible ( Read more... )