[ Sakura sat thinking for a moment, wondering if she should be asking people for help, but there is nothing else that could be done. ]

My friend is sick. He hasn't been waking up in the mornings, and now..

[ She looks off screen. ]We can't get him to wake up at all. We have been trying a lot of different things ( Read more... )

[The video flickers on to reveal Fai leaning against the open back door of the Bistro's kitchen. There's a white apron dusted with flour hanging loosely around his waist and a cigarette dangling from the fingertips of his other hand.

He casts the door a glance, as if to ensure there are no little ears within hearing, and then he smiles.

It's obvious ( Read more... )

[an irritated, condescending Quincy is sitting at his glass desk, his chin resting in a hand as he stares down at a paper.]

They've kicked me out of school. [he frowns at the paper a moment longer, then idly flicks it across the desk.] Hn. How annoying.

[ A sleepy looking Sakura appears on the feed, rubbing her eye. ]

Good evening.

I just wanted to let everyone know that we were broken into.

[ The camera pans around the room. There appears to be a few things broken, and a window was smashed in. ]

It is okay. Fai said he would fix it.

[ It is back on Sakura now, and she looks serious. If you ( Read more... )

[Stern, unsurprised, and blank. Is anyone surprised?]

Kenpachi Zaraki and Kusajishi Yachiru have left the city.

[The only reason he does this is because he knows that for whatever reason there are those who like these two.]

PRIVATE to Hitsugaya:

Sparring this evening?

[It's actually a question. He doesn't like them being outnumbered by Espada ( Read more... )

[Today, Siren’s Port, you will be greeted with a calming sight. You may recognise Hannah from fleeting conversations, or perhaps even remember her from her arrival. She has, for the most part, been keeping herself scarce and occupied with one little boy in particular. Which is why when she begins her NV feed, Hannah is smiling quite serenely ( Read more... )

[a much happier Ishida occupies the screen, sitting at a workbench covered with cloth and sketches. There's a rack of clothing in the background containing several spring dresses (with varying degrees of frills)]

I'm looking for models. Unprofessional ones. [simply. He pushes up his glasses and continues.] Men and women both. I need more women, ( Read more... )