[All over the page are ink blots, in particular a large splotch on the top-right corner. When words do emerge, the letters are thick, not unlike a paintbrush. However, there are some clear differences. The crossing on the first 't' isn't actually in ink but a thin tear through the sheet of paper. And the dotted 'i's? Fingerprints. Very big ( Read more... )

[The radio feed doesn't pick up the sound of footsteps in the distance, but it does pick up the gasp of a girl close to it] Ms. Bellflower, did you hear something?

[A pause, and then] Hm? I don't think so...

Really? I could have sworn... [A beat passes as the reciever picks up footsteps again moving at a quick pace away from the radio]

Fayth-san ( Read more... )

Having something you can call your own around here is important. If Squall is my name or Fayth yours, here or in the life we lived before, they're both important! So I want to hold onto things like that. - Squall ( Read more... )