[He's standing on the edge of a tall, tall building- the very lip of it- staring out into the distance. As if one slight breeze wouldn't knock him over and topple him to what would probably be his death.

Ys (not Yuca, Ys) takes a deep breath. Looks down toward the ground, lets the wind sway him where he stands. His eyes are hollow, dead. He ( Read more... )

[He's figured out how to turn on the PCD, and stares into the screen for a moment in scrutiny, before clearing his throat. His voice is as small as he is, a little squeaky, but completely calm.]They say you should be careful, but... everyone here in Adstring has been kind so far. Break and Miss Kurotsuchi and Saul and Sasami, and everyone else- I ( Read more... )