[The video flicks on, and Kaito is there looking curious.]

Has anyone been able to locate a news archive? A single newspaper could be useful too. Or are those missing along with anything else that's remotely useful?

[There's a lot of empty ammunition boxes out there, man. His line of thought is interrupted, however, when Kaito notices that ( Read more... )

Wow, everything's all...bright and shiny. I wonder what's the occasion?

[He glances up from his phone to look at the lights that have been strung up along the buildings, pausing as he passes a snowman sitting by a street corner.]

Heh.

[He circles it, smiling faintly in amusement before he begins to walk along again, only to slow to a stop ( Read more... )

You're kidding me. Oh you are kidding me.

This...whatever this damn thing is, it's inefficient. Type with fingers? You need a damn hand to speak? I guess technology here isn't at all like home.

Whatever. I'm not calling to bitch. I'm used to getting information, and I plan to keep it that way. Speak up boys and girls-and whatever else is here. Does ( Read more... )

Katon. . .[A breath, a spill of murmured words in its wake, and no sooner spoken, a flare of fire running a perfect line from lips to rundown brick oven. There's a wavering flicker, the sweep of wind illuminating a hint of silver that's overrun moments later but a burst of flame and a sharp crackle ( Read more... )

[Hello network. It's your favorite cuddly Hollow jerk! He's in the men's wear store that the Bleachies have commandeered for their own, and he's looking pretty relaxed. But if you know him? You can tell he's... not really all that relaxed. There's a certain bit of tension hidden under that smile that only a few will pick up onSo. That damn tree ( Read more... )

Everyone should stay away from the tree. It makes people forget things ( Read more... )

[A dimmed setting, the kind that implies a comfortable familiarity with those underworld types. Dingy yellow light spills over the scene from somewhere off to the left, and though the setting itself looks relatively clean, there’s a certain slick of ill used that seems to infiltrate it all. But, that may just be the lighting ( Read more... )

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell ( Read more... )