[Hello. Siren's Port is receiving a feed that hasn't been used of late. And once it turns on, a silver-haired Nobody is shown sitting behind a desk. The room's subtle lighting creates a contrast of shadows among the First's features, enough to dramatize the setting and its subject without fully obscuring the shot ( Read more... )

[It's morning when the video clicks on, early enough that the first heavy flow of customers into Kahve hasn't really started yet. But it's okay, because there are a few more employees now and the littlest business owner isn't all by his lonesome.]

Things are going better here at Kahve-I think it's going to work out. [A look of uncertainty appears ( Read more... )

[At first, there is nothing ( Read more... )

[Eraqus had hardly moved since arriving. The nausea passed quickly but for the older man, he'd hardly noticed that he felt nauseous in the first place. Why? Prior to arriving, he'd fought with Terra and the battle had left him injured and weary and he was unsure of whether he had the strength to effectively cast Curaga. Perhaps Cure. Cura ( Read more... )

[The feed flickers to life. All that appears on the screen is a silhouette thanks to the angle, and perhaps some darkness radiating off of him. Eyes are the only thing visible, glowing in the darkness and illuminating deeply tanned skin. Those from his universe may recognize either to glow or him: the Heartless King has risen, and he is in Siren’s ( Read more... )

[There's a soft crackling of static as the feed clicks on once, twice, three times, turning off several times and then clicking back on. Each time, there's too much noise in the background to discern who's present. Finally, it clicks on to the sound of faint growling in the distance.

Riku makes a noise in his throat, voice quiet.]Even on a night ( Read more... )

[The view is from Destiny's book, looking up into the shadows of his cowl ( Read more... )

[For those who tune into the network in the early hours of the morning, there is a Song being sung. It is music without words, soft but growing in strength as the sun begins its ascent. The sound rises and falls like water upon the sand, and there's Power to it, a warmth that transcends the light of the sun that is both beautiful and terrible all ( Read more... )

[it may be a little unusual to see someone hanging out in the dugout before the evening sirens, but that's exactly where the video feed is showing when it flicks on. someone is splayed comfortably on the bench, though the NV is on the ground and fixed to show only three things: muted red boots, a certain fishbowl helmet propped up against said ( Read more... )

Why do we put so much emphasis on the heart?

[The video feed shows a dark alley, obviously at night. Axel is holding the NV, but the camera angle is awkward and his face can't quite be seen. Off to the side, out of sight of the feed, there's a soft, inhuman growling.]Because we do, don't we? The source of feelings, obviously, the source of light ( Read more... )