[A short click is heard, a low buzz of whatever frequency is being picked up on the Network - a sound all are probably familiar with. But that breaks up into pixelated noise. What was once a triumphant teenage voice yelling something with giddy success quickly turns into jumble of teeth-chattering vowels.]

-COLD!

[There's a thump. The voice ( Read more... )

( FILTER ⫸ KH LIGHTSIDE )

[Where there's a prince, there's a princess, and this story is no exception. Sora's even dressed for the occasion. Wherever he's disappeared to since last night, it's probably the same place he's managed to acquire knight's surcoat and gauntlets. Namine's gotten into the spirit too, sitting just behind Sora on what appears to be a lavishly ( Read more... )

I see. So this is how it works... [ the loud, static-y sound of someone brushing a hand over the microphone is heard before he speaks again, sounding calm, and collected (unlike he had been when he first awoke). ]Hello, Siren's Port. My name is Eraqus, and it appears I will be joining you here for a time. Due to this, I'd like to know as much as ( Read more... )

[It's a true, bonafide mystery!]

[Like where left socks go. Or why sheep don't shrink after it rains. Only this particular mystery is a door in Sora's apartment- one that's been closed since Halloween, and none of his roommates-neither Kairi nor Riku nor Ritsuka- knows what's behind it. Now that most of the apartment's been emptied in the move, Sora ( Read more... )

[Anyone that works there might recognize one of the studio rooms at the Felton theatre. A slightly messy one that's got a messy looking Namine inside. She's wearing a shirt far too big for her frame covered in smears of colourful paints and smudges and has her hair tied up in a loose ponytail. She's trying to smile, but it's weak and tired what ( Read more... )

I've got a question for you people out there who are competent enough to answer.

[Vanitas is cutting right to the chase with this one, apparently. the image on the feed is even fairly boring: looks like the same walls of the home he's been crashing in for months, and the edge of the feed cuts off right below his chin to reveal the same neutral ( Read more... )

[ The feed turns on to a peaceful forest clearing. Ahead, curled up in a ball is the spider-dog creation, dozing peacefully. Soon, the unicorn that guards him steps into view, her hew bowing to peer at the snoozing creature, and then continuing on, her steps light and silent ( Read more... )

[Good afternoon, Siren's Port. Your resident sheepdog is sitting on his desk in the Felton Theater offices, some papers in his hands. He's dressed kind of casually for a manager but whatever, details, you know. He's looking at one paper in particular.]Might be a little young to do this, but I was wondering how someone goes about investing in a ( Read more... )

[Sora learns something new every day. Big things, like how the second siren means 'Eleven minutes left. Hurry. Hurry.' or how some things don't need to be fair or kind for it to be splashed across walls. 'Go home newcomer ( Read more... )