『voice』

[So, citizens of Adstringendum, the event is over? The visitors went home?

Hiyori can be smart, sometimes. She generally checks her PCD early in the morning, to see if anyone she knew showed up. Instead, she was greeted with emo and several kinds of [USER OFFLINE].

She didn't care that a house blew up. She didn't care that Ichimaru hadn't ( Read more... )

[The PCD switches on to reveal...

...a poor shopkeep pinned to a wall by Kido.]

Oh shaddap will ya? Yer drivin' me mental.

[And Hiyori strolls into view, holding a rather large bag the same cherry-red as her jogging outfit. She glances up from routing through it, to just scowl at the poor guy.]

Ya made me resort ta this. S'yer own fault. All I wanted ( Read more... )

[Smoke's the first thing on the video. Wood smoke, and blood.

Bit's of fur are next as the PCD feed clears up, and next thing you know Hiyori's there, in view as she rests the machine on a rock and sighs. It's not a bad set-up for an amateur, with mismatched rubble acting as a hearth and a few badly-whittled sticks acting as a spit, but it's a ( Read more... )

[The PCD clicks on randomly to show an empty sky. Just... empty, devoid of life, etc. it's a new PCD though, so that means a new arrival.

That is, until the audio picks up a voice that is fairly distinctive to some, and overbearingly childish to others, screaming a chorus of hate at an enemy unseen.

The wind blurs for a moment, as a prickle turns ( Read more... )