[The screen flicks on to a dark room, lit by a single, fat candle on the nightstand that looks like it only has an hour or so left to go before sputtering out for good. The sway of the screen suggests sackdoll mischief, but Karasu seems aware of the recording, glancing at it, or whose holding it without caring before turning his attention back to ( Read more... )

Well now...that's more like it. With the sky so red, I'm beginning to feel like I'm home. No teammates...no fighting...it's almost picturesque, just missing the little white cottage with the white picket fence. A pity this place didn't have the darker elements the sky hints at.

[He chuckles coldly. A little bitterness in his tone, laced with ( Read more... )

[The audio feed clicks on, and at first nothing is heard. A short burst of static and then Karasu speaks, his voice calm, deceptively warm.]

It's...a rather nice night for a story, I think.

[He laughs softly]

I think...my favorite, not from...my own culture. The story of Hades and Persephone. A pity, the angel isn't still here. He always did ( Read more... )

[The window is open, and Karasu is sitting on the sill. He fiddles with the communicator until he's satisfied with the feed quality, setting it on the edge of a table. Stretching, he offers the camera a lazy sort of smile.]

In...less than a month it will be two years. Two years to the very...day.

[This doesn't seem to bother him, however, and he ( Read more... )

So...the fox is gone. As is it lapdog.

[A pause, the sounds of a long, enjoyed stretch and rustling feathers]Such a tragedy, losing...such beauty to this world. His hair was lovely. Like fresh blood. I can appreciate that ( Read more... )

[The voice is kept soft for a reason this time, in a faint attempt to hide the decidedly feminine lilt coating his tone]

Well...this is something I...certainly did not expect in that swap...it could be worse though...I suppose. I could be human.

[She pauses for a long moment, before sighing]Mmm...Others were afflicted; it can only be a sign of ( Read more... )

Well...

[There's a sigh here, not of displeasure but contentment]

It could certainly be worse, I suppose. The dreams...they come and go, and so many of you are left with fresh scars on your hearts...

Mm.

[A quiet chuckle, as if he's savoring some close memory]

Well...I suppose now would be appropriate to say Long live the Queen.

[A moment of ( Read more... )

The hedonistic drive of these humans...really isn't so bad at times. I admit I was always curious to note the differences in our civilizations...

Well...now I know.

( Private to Avari|Hackable )

-The communicator is above Karasu, whose obviously laying on a large bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets. At his side, there's a cup of what suspiciously looks like blood, chocolate covered strawberries nearby. Whatever has the communicator moves it a little to the right and one can see what else is spread out around him: porn magazines.-Well ( Read more... )