[Emma’s standing on the sidewalk in the Rich District, a block or so down from what she had thought of, until this morning at least, as her house. The feed shows the comings and goings of the various people who decided to appear this morning and flood the entire city ( Read more... )

[Ada's voice is calm, though there's a forced edge to it. She's annoyed. This was not in the plans, and the city reminded her just a little too much of Raccoon City.]

Thanks for the complimentary PDA. Small consolation, really. This place is a mess.

Anyone out there care to help a lady out and explain what's going on here?

[Not that she hasn't ( Read more... )

[when the feed clicks on, all you're really going to be able to see is the bottom of ellis' chin. he's holding the device in his lap, looking around like he expects to see something familiar, even though it's pretty clear that he isn't going to.]

- aw sunnovabitch. where th'hell am ah ( Read more... )

 
[oh hay there lovelies, the picture you're being graced with now is currently showing you the wonderfully ruined and abandoned streets of what used to be the Middle District. specifically, of the main square and all the half collapsed buildings surrounding it.]

[when Belial finally speaks up behind the camera, his tone is still dry as always.] Well ( Read more... )

[The feed displays a building in the Upper Court that might look familiar to some. It’s the place where some people were detained by the government a while back. Except the last time most people saw it, there was a door ( Read more... )

[A blank message is sent out. If any replies made were received, there's no response to indicate so.]

[Some time later, there's a dim and very shaky image of a small blonde man with smudged glasses sitting on the dusty mattress of a rusty bedframe. The wall behind him is cracked and stained, and the bed seems to be shoved up against the door.

Soon ( Read more... )

[The feed comes on, but it's rushed--the breathing behind the camera is heavy.]

Ahh--would it be wrong to say that there's no one who knows how to treat a wound?

[The background changes and the lens is now pointed at a pair of feet, on the move. They stop and the camera is pointed back to the wall after some shouting overpowers the feed. It's ( Read more... )

[The feed shows an oddly dressed blonde woman. She's new to Icarus but doesn't look confused. No, she looks more irritated than anything else ( Read more... )

[The audio cuts on halfway through a sentence; Jack sounds angry and is mostly muttering to himself, sometimes drowned out by the sounds of destruction and chaos in the background.]

--Icarus, where the fuck is that? [There's a distant scream, and Jack pauses for several moments before his attention is turned elsewhere. His voice gets stronger as ( Read more... )