[The video runs for a few moments, seeing only the wall of the bridge and the pale grey cloud-choked sky. The camera becomes slightly obscured by raindrops, and then a wide white sleeve and shock of purple hair come into view. Heedless of the rain, the frame of a boy can be seen perched on the wall, his back to the communicator which has evidently ( Read more... )

[Click. Clickity click. Kafei fumbles with the communicator. Video flares to life, but it only catches a glimpse of the child’s face - purple hair, red eye, pale skin - before it begins moving as he continues fiddling with the thing. His voice, when he speaks, is that of a boy of twelve or so. But it’s remarkably even, perhaps because of how ( Read more... )

[Kafei is his usual sullen self. Nice to know some things haven't changed. His mouth is set in that typical downturn, visible for a split second before the camera shifts. Lying on the floor is a heap of green and brown fabric. To some, it may be faintly recognisable.]

I can't get rid of this.

Everytime I try, it reappears where it was before.

[ ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on, a little fumbled. For a moment, the picture moves around far too fast - all but dizzying. And then it focuses on the young Kafei's face. His usual, sullen expression is not present - he may, in fact, be smiling. Quite triumphantly, at that.]

You know, they're only strung up, like any other doll.

[The camera swoops again to ( Read more... )

There were people who were asking things last time. Clock Town is home to me. It was known for the rain that came and went frequently.

...You can win more red tape at the carnival. It's useful.

Does anyone know where I can find some paper and ink?

[Locked to Green Hat Man // Easily Hackable]

They gave me the Pendant of Memories.

The rain... It reminds me of Clock Town.

[Rattling can be heard, rattling and thrashing. Someone groans, the vexed sound of one deciding to just put up with it for now. It does, of course, sound a little childish. Kafei shifts, groaning again, slightly muffled now as he pulls a pillow up over his head. The rattling becomes particularly vicious ( Read more... )

That cat's still here, and still staring.

I wonder if we can do anything for them.

Four people living on the fourth floor.

Ironic.

[His voice remains flat and unemotive.]

Something, or someone tried to drown me this morning.

...It's best Anju doesn't come here.

[A pause.]

For a moment I thought it was the toilet guy from the inn.

[Kafei's childish voice does not suit the flat tone - it is strange, wrong somehow.]

She's not here.

[A long pause. He's talking more to himself now.]

I will get back to her.

[Again, longer.]

If there's anywhere to go back to.