[There is a space of silence before...]

I can't take it anymore! [Vanille's lightly accented voice is quite...loud. Hello, Scorched.] Why am I the only one here? What if they never find me?

[Cue the sounds of someone stomping around. That continues for a little while before she sighs.]

Mmm that's better.

( Filtered to Gotei 13 + KT allies )

[The video feed clicks on as Roxas hurls the Forge at a nearby wall, and it clatters to the ground as he stumbles backwards into some crates stacked up in the alleyway. It was probably an attempt to get the device as far away as he can, but the Forge lands at just the right angle to film Roxas as his knees hit the ground. There's some groans of ( Read more... )

The memory begins on a foreign place. The grass is blue, and the world barren of most plant life. The horizon shows a green sky, however other than that is is dark out. There's a bright light emanating from a source behind the small alien, however he's more focused on the dark haired man in front of him. A booming voice can be heard from behind ( Read more... )

Images flash briefly of those in the Order, some faces familiar like Kanda and Lenalee's, or Allen and Cross'. Or for one brief moment Komui's goes by... There are other faces too, of an old man with kohl around his eyes, a stern expression on his face, and mostly bald but for a long ponytail of gray hair. Or a woman who looks like she hasn't slept ( Read more... )

[Rustling for a few seconds, before a man clears his throat.]

Directions to the nearest exit would be nice, if there was an exit, but from what I've gathered, there isn't.

[...]

So what's there to do around here? 

[Video]
[filtered away from Bellatrix. Of all the people he disagrees with, she's the only one he knows of for whom his own words/actions can serve directly like a starter's pistol.]

[Even for Lupin, he sounds and looks tired ( Read more... )

 
[ The feed cuts on abruptly, and all there is to be heard is humming. It's a light sound, almost pretty, feminine in tone. The screen shows half of a face; it looks like a teenaged girl, but she seems a little off. Her eyes are yellow, her skin is dark, her smile is soft; across her forehead there are, plain as day, a row of black crosses. Her ( Read more... )

[ Arthur is looking a lot better than he did a couple of days ago, and is significantly less terse, to boot.We have been plagued by troubles recently. Not a week goes past, it seems, that Anatole is not inflicted with some horror or another. Despite all this, we prevail ( Read more... )

[The Forge turns to audio and a frustrated sigh is heard.]

All right. Fiiiiiiiiine. [The voice is irritated and dramatic.]

I’m playing along. This is what you want, right? You want me to talk into this ugly thing and pretend that I’m fascinated by your horrible taste in scenery. Well, I’m doing it, so either make your point or let me go... ( Read more... )