[angry, incoherent grumbling followed by the slamming of a door]

I'm going out for a walk.

[ooc: If you had to live with these tards in a tiny house, you'd be pretty irritated too!]

Mr. Valentine-

I believe I will be well enough to return to work tomorrow morning. I apologize for taking leave without notice, but I'm sure you understand my unfortunate situation.

Thank you.

[ooc: Rizu, I'm so sorry this all took so long D: life, etc.]

[the page is a mess; smudged with blood, shaky, nearly illegible writing in runny ink soaked from the rain]

Neil, Allelujah......Lyle...

Please fetch Miss Angelina immediately.

Kobato...
Please go to bed.

[OOC: OKAY HERE JEEZ So this happens after this]

Neil! Neil Dylandy!

Where have you gone!? I momentarily fell asleep...

I am NOT finished with you. Return IMMEDIATELY!

[a loud thunk and the rustling of objects in a bag; slow footsteps; Neil's voice is recorded as well]

How are you feeling?

Tieria...

[the quiet creak of someone sitting on a mattress; a pause]

I never noticed how gracefully you moved.

Shhh.

[quiet kissy noises; the sound of someone falling on a mattress; the hint of a laugh from Tieria]

[The high-pitched, mechanical voice of Haro chirping "ACCESS DENIED! ACCESS DENIED!" followed by a frustrated growl and the following recorded in a mature, feminine voice]

Neil Dylandy, I suspected that your Haro has a bug of some kind, and so I was simply trying to run a diagnostic and-

ACCESS DENIED! ACCESS DENIED!Rrrgh...Its voice recognition ( Read more... )

Attention, citizens of Rivelata:

If you happen to see a small child with dark hair, one gray eye, and one yellow eye,

DO NOT APPROACH HIM.This child is extremely dangerous and mentally unstable. He is believed to be in the vicinity of the marketplace. I'm going now to retrieve him. Until then, remain on high alert and do not leave out sharp ( Read more... )

Is this the role of a land-based hero? Saving the lives of people who will never make any significant impact on the world?

Occasionally, I do wish to return to space. At least there my efforts are appreciated and not wasted on the weak.

My lawn is covered in stuffed toys...

Allelujah, is this your doing?

If I recall correctly, you were quite fond of those...white dogs with hairbows...

Today, Lockon Stratos has reached his twenty-fifth year.

I had my doubts that he'd reach this age, considering the circumstances under which he left our previous timeline... However, I am thankful that he did.

This day comes as a great relief to me.

Have a pleasant birthday, Neil.
[a long pause, a few dots as he taps his pen on the page]
When ( Read more... )