[She felt the familiar reiatsu’s upon her arrival, yet the only one of importance was missing-Mayuri’s. Two days of searching for her Captain yielded no sign of his passing either through the town or the Forge. The network held a wealth of information, easy to extract, yet his presence remained obscured. Yet… there was still one avenue left to ( Read more... )

[IT'S A BALL OF FLUFF IN HOTARU'S HANDS! It's a little hamster and Hotaru looks completely overjoyed; so overjoyed, she's got tears in her eyes.]

I- I never... got a Christmas present outside of papa.

[She's about ready to cry when she says that. Quickly, she recovers and cups the little tan hamster in her hands.]

I- I don't know what to call ( Read more... )

[The Forge pans around a familiar area to its current residents, that wonderfully generic kitchen and its wonderfully generic food. All the windows of the little apartment are wide open and the last of a billowing cloud of smoke can be seen wafting out of the window. Notice how the view of the camera takes careful measures to avoid the stove. ( Read more... )

[The forge blinks on in the middle of a little girl’s very exuberant giggle. It’s obviously Yachiru for anyone who knows her - the pink hair and rosy cheeks are a dead giveaway if the laugh isn’t - but this is not her forge number. In all likelihood, it belongs to the mountain of a man on whose shoulder she is perched ( Read more... )

[filtered from isobel. h8 you mom.]

[This is Elena Gilbert. Young, pale, wide-eyed, and utterly unsure of where she is, what this is, or what's going on. A hand pushes and worries through her hair. A gauzy bandage is taped to her neck. Her voice is strained with determination (desperation? she's not sure of the difference right now, lately) for ( Read more... )

[So remember this dumbass who was yelling about bunnies but not actually referring to rabbits the other day? Well, he's back. This time, in the clinic. What's visible of his torso, hands, arms, neck, and part of his face can be seen wrapped in bandages, a clue towards the very stupid thing he attempted to do that landed him here ( Read more... )

[There's no uncertain fiddling with the Forge when it turns on for the first time. It may not be held entirely steady, but the guy holding it seems to know what he's doing ( Read more... )

[Ginko isn't looking at the Forge when it comes on--he appears to be sketching something. After a moment he says,]

So everyone knows, I'm working at the Clinic now. My name is Ginko, for those who haven't met me yet.

To the newcomers... welcome to Anatole. It's an interesting place, by all accounts.

[A slight pause, before he looks directly at ( Read more... )

I swear...

I am not back here.

This has to be a bad dream.

Just...I can't even.

[As the Forge is turned on, it slips a bit through wet slicked fingers and slides onto the teen's lap, showing a fumble of images: wavy golden hair, a long white scar down a neck that's inked with strange black patterns that look like curling flames poking out from beneath a black collar.  Darkened patches on the black fabric that look suspiciously ( Read more... )