[On the east side of the city, there is a teen sitting on a low wall, nibbling on a very strange tasting breadroll. His jacket is tied around his waist, and the marking on his left arm is visible, as the sleeve has been totally torn off. It was a mess anyway. The right one's been more neatly torn off, to make it look a little better ( Read more... )

[Anyone lucky enough to be on the east side of the city, generally close to one of the parks to the south. Though it doesn't matter how close you are: you'll hear the sound of crows before anything else. And at the source of the noise is an entire field of the creatures ( Read more... )

[HEY EVERYONE HAVE A SHOTA IN YOUR HEADS! Kaz smiles serenely from the Second Level, hands clasped before him.]Well, I certainly hope that everyone's been settling in well enough. Perhaps it's time that we put our heads together to come up with a better idea of where we are. I'm sure everyone's done some exploring on their own, so let's see if ( Read more... )

So, that was exciting ( Read more... )

I'm...alive...

[The thought rings out across the Second Level, as the teen wakes, pushing the eyepatch across and sitting up. He's alive...but that's impossible. He felt the pain...pain so strong that the wall Agito had put up hadn't been able to hold it back. He'd felt the horrible ripping sensation that tore him away from his other. And yet...he ( Read more... )

Tsk! Oh my goodness ( Read more... )

... !?

[Souji wakes and finds himself huddled in a crouch in the middle of an unfamiliar street. The rain pours down, soaking through his clothes. He blinks, taking in his foggy surroundings, and half-remembers something whispered in the mental haze:]

... the fog will come after several days of rain ... [Souji shakes his head, shivering, and ( Read more... )

[She was not expecting the afterlife to be so damn damp.There is a white-haired young lady walking through Meridian. She'd be normal except for the, um, overgrown scythe strapped to her back. So far she hasn't found cover yet...not like that matters, because the dead don't get sick, right ( Read more... )

[It starts with a scream, and then it leads into the sound of footsteps, some frantic breathing (or mutterings, depending on how good your hearing is). The usual sounds from the Second Level are quiet, drowned out by the sudden panic and all of it is only from one person. His feet pace over the glass and at times he even has to jump, yelp when the ( Read more... )