[It’s early morning, the morning sirens have yet to sound. And here, in the corner of the food court at the Underground Mall, sits Tyrell. Tyrell, who found himself strangely just outside the boarding house several hours ago, Tyrell who was declared dead just over a week ago, not that he knows this yet ( Read more... )

[It's just after the Sirens have sounded and the Darkness has started; Tyrell's sitting in a chair by his bedroom window, looking out in tho the city outside. He's jittery, one hand on a bouncing knee and the other down by his side, resting on the hilt of his sword, which is just out of view -- although the blade still remains visible ( Read more... )

[The background is all books, and the video feed is facing Tyrell side on as he blearily rubs his eyes and sits upright in his chair. The burly warrior might look a bit out of place sitting in the library in his fighting garb, but it’s where he’s been mostly holed up recently - his friends back home probably wouldn’t recognize him now ( Read more... )

[The video feed turns on; Tyrell's sitting by the window, looking out into the Darkness. He's usually out at this time, but not tonight. Tonight, he's reflecting on the past few months in Siren's Port, and he has a question to ask.]Hey, guys, I haven't really used this thingy much since I got here, but, I wanted to ask you all a question -- just ( Read more... )

[The video turns on to show a confused-looking axe-wielding redhead standing smack bang in the middle of the baseball diamond. At least it's light out!]

You - you fiends! What have you done with them!? This better not be another trap -- I'm sick and tired of being used all the time, sheesh!

[His voice is increasing in both frustration and ( Read more... )