[Fakir's moving about between cabins, sword strapped to his belt as he takes in the new setting with (thankfully) far less suspicion than he has F3 locations of the past. This place seems alright so far.]

Mytho, where did you end up?

Fletcher, Ritsuka?

[Two big green eyes are blinking down at the camera, pulling away after a few moments to reveal the round face of a young boy. He studies the 'berry for a little while, turning it this way and that before looking around the room curiously.]

Charon? What's this? What's going on?

[He lets his arm fall to his side, the camera bobbing around as he gets ( Read more... )

[The camera clicks on in a shaky hand, Fakir visible on the feed with a pained expression.]

Is it a new week? Damn it. Everybody-...

Mytho?

[The air is calmer with the rampant destruction of Evil Twin Week finally in the past, but certain parts of the city still feel... wrong. Ravens still gather on the roofs in unnatural numbers, and in some places that pull that began the week prior never stopped, creeping along the many canals and through the old buildings as if it had a mind of it' ( Read more... )

[Ravens caw from their perches and loom almost attentively, as if waiting for something. As if watching a show that you're unaware of... but you are in a way. Buildings seem to shift between blinks and strange colors flash and flicker at the edges of your vision, lingering just long enough to make your turn and look before disappearing without a ( Read more... )

[Fakir's in the rec area, his tights a bit dusty from the leftover rubble he's been shifting about in order to make room for a proper practice session. Damn destructive ninjas.]

Ritsuka, there's still room in here to practice if you want... Someone new will be joining us from now on.

Russell, Fletcher, you guys okay?

[Rolo first becomes aware of someone laying the second warm breath seems to dance across his cheek. In an instant his eyes pop open, and he all but falls out of the bed and onto his faciliberry. Who is this guy?! A quick glance about the room tells him without question that this is not his own room, which only increases his unease. Given the ( Read more... )

[Fakir is on the move, jogging through a hallway inside of the abandoned apartment buildings. The poor boy's only just woken up, and between the location change and the chaos on the network, he's more than a little confused. Oh, and annoyed, but with Fakir that usually goes without saying.]

Fletcher, Russell, Ritsuka. Are you guys alright? What the ( Read more... )

[Fakir's voice is strained, interrupted with the occasional pause as he takes deep breaths in order to keep his own bomb under control. There's what might be the sound of another person mumbling in the background, but it's faint and the words aren't at all discernible.]

Are there still medics left? Kid- [He coughs, sounding a bit sick] -his bomb ( Read more... )

[Classical music filters through the audio feed for a few moments before Fakir speaks.]

Ritsuka.

[The video clicks on to show an oddly high angle of the rec room. Higher than anyone could reach by simply holding their communicator up. It's almost as if the video is being recorded from atop the bookshelves, panning quickly across the room to settle on ( Read more... )