Please--

[The NV is being held in unsteady hands, Artemis's pale fingers blocking much of the would-be video.]

Please, I can't--

[He's distressed, his thought jittering and discordant, overlapping one another to create a strange thrum of sound, familiar to what has been heard before. He lifts his NV, a small pink orb, as if to ward off some ( Read more... )

[Sitting on the sidewalks like a bum, again, Artemis? Yeah, he is, lost in his own little world and turning the pink orb of his NV around and around in his hand. He's been at it for a while, has gotten into quite a rhythm and it spins smoothly, the video blurring as it tries to stay focused on him.]

Better or worse... to keep aching or to--

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[There is a scrawny blonde boy sitting in the food court... His face and hair are clean enough, but his sweater is ratty and bloodstained. He has a hat in which he is silently begging for money to be placed. He's used to begging for what he needs, has never been expected to work, but he has suddenly remembered his NV. The pink crystal orb that will ( Read more... )

[Alone out on the docks, a young teenage boy has been turning a bright pink orb in his hands distractedly, wondering just how to make it work. The voices he has heard from within its sphere have not been surprising to him, he is always surrounded by voices, and he pays little mind to them. Yet still, he assumes it to have some... purpose. He is ( Read more... )