[Private; Hackable with some work.]Second time this week, two nights in a row. I can't take it. I have to see their bodies, bloody and ripped to pieces. I have to watch them being killed and I can't move. I can't step forward to help, I can't even scream for it to stop. Something's holding me hostage there and I have to watch Gen... all of them... ( Read more... )

All of them... dead. So young. So full of potential. As if Gen wasn't enough.

[a pause and a low whiny growl]

And now we're back here, Raizou. I... I just can't deal with this right now.

[ooc: She's by the fountain, lamenting to herself that 77498993 of her former students were slaughtered back home. WOE.]

Good morning city! Apparently yesterday was a curse day? I hope it wasn't too bad for you all.

[Private -- Hackable]

It's times like these that I miss him. When Raizou is sleeping and the football team is all trained up, there's nothing left to do but think. What would he be doing now? Would he be allowing himself to cherish his friends and ( Read more... )