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LAST UPDATED: MARCH 8TH 2011 (currently working on updating this, lol)
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This is Motochika. Circumstance has conspired against you; I cannot answer at this moment in time. Leave a message and I shall respond as soon as I am able to.
[BEEP]

Both Mitsuhide and Gracia did not return home last night.

[Motochika regards the SFC sombrely, sharp and focused. He hasn't slept since the evacuation and by now he's scoured all the parts of Vatheon he would expect to find both Akechi, save for the surface.]I cannot contact them through their SFCs. Each of my attempts has encountered only a ( Read more... )

[Motochika sits in his living room, a pile of winter outerwear beside him. He sorts it as he speaks.]

Apart from in the mountains, it rarely snowed upon my island.

It has snowed twice before in Vatheon -- last July, and during December. This third occurrence is the first not to accompany Christmas celebrations.

[He lays out the clothes into two ( Read more... )

An eventful week -- and now that it is over, our reach in Vatheon has expanded. I have no doubt that exploration of the caverns will be thorough and well-documented in the days to come. I intend to look for myself, at some point.

[The for now, however... is implicit in his tone.]

( Private to Gracia & Japan )

[Motochika, as usual, sits with his shamisen cradled in his lap. However, there is something notably different today: he appears to be a woman.]

A host of transformations mark this current week; I have not witnessed a curse with a greater variation of effects.

As you can see, I was not spared.

[The corners of his mouth curl upwards; by this ( Read more... )

[Filtered from Gracia]

Gracia's friends should know that it is her birthday on the twenty-sixth of this month. Mitsuhide and I are planning a celebration for the occasion. She would not expect anything from her friends, but to be wished well on the day would touch her deeply.

[Motochika sits in his garden, shamisen resting against the tree behind ( Read more... )

[Motochika sits in his living room, his shamisen resting on his lap, idle. His expression is placid; when he speaks his tone is thoughtful.]

Vatheon's streets are bustling again. Like their older counterparts, these newly-arrived locals have no voice. [Metaphorically, of course.]

Casting that matter aside:

[A beat -- and then Motochika smirks, ( Read more... )

It appears Mitsuhide and I fell asleep unexpectedly, for an unnatural passage of time.

I've noticed that the number of locals has halved since I was last out in the streets. What happened? Did those beasts turn on us?