So, what are all these holiday things around here? Didn't we just have one?

The heck is this 'Christmas' thing anyway?

[There are fingers part-covering the CLD, which is showing only sky. Rena sounds agitated and unnerved. The CLD jerks once or twice, as if she's tugging her arm away.]

I said LET GO!

[The sky whirls above the CLD, showing a flash of red hair and metal before a satisfying thunk echoes, followed by a groan of pain and a heavy thud. Everything twists ( Read more... )

[The little machine makes a sound when the voice comes on, and there's a sound like a hand fumbling the device, a soft laugh in a light voice. There's nothing more evident in his tone than a smile ( Read more... )

--ah, there we go. [A bespectacled boy with messy black hair and a very visible lightning-shaped scar on his forehead comes into view, his accent obviously English. He's sitting in the hostel lobby, by the look of things.]

Er, I'm not quite sure what to make of all this. I read a few of the pamphlets, but... really? There's no way my entire life ( Read more... )

[[The following is private and viewable to all of the following: Ichigo, Ami, Orihime, Rena and Rika. And whoever else Raynor's got staying, currently, at his place*.]]

I don't know if many of you have talked to her or not, but there's a woman from my world. Sarah Kerrigan. Long story short, if she get's her BHA license, she might be helping us out ( Read more... )

[The video, flickering and staticy as it was, focused after a moment on Rena's smiling adorable face.]

Back home, Rena was part of the games club.

We used to meet up in the classrooms after school and play card games, dice games, board games or any games we could find. The loser would have to suffer what Mion, our leader, called a "penalty game". We ( Read more... )

I've got a question.

[The boy's voice on the other end is authoritative and firm. He's not going to accept anything that doesn't make complete sense.]

If our memories are simply a part of that machine, then what about our families? Was my father really my father? My mother? Are they in this machine somewhere, or are they simply a part of my ( Read more... )

Oi. [The feed switches on. Visual note: red. For now, this is all there is to note.] ... how th'hell does this thing even-- Oh. Right. Yeah.

[Oh, wait, here we go. The camera turns, jolting a little, visuals switching from black to red to black to green to re-oh, it’s settled. On a face, no less. That’s not to say the colours are gone, it’s all ( Read more... )

MUTANT INFLUX JUST IN TIME FOR HALLOWEEN


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[The device switches on, static at first, and something (metal?) smacks at it as it seems to straighten and work. The first glimpse is of a close up of a gold eye before the person rightens it and holds it back a little, frowning at it and looking to the side.]

....They can't seriously expect us to believe this crap, do they?

[A frustrated sigh, ( Read more... )