[Well, here's Scar, and he...doesn't look very good. At first his eyes are closed, and his breathing is a little...heavy. He's also a bit pale--though it's not quite easy to tell, due to his skin tone--and if one is looking closely, they might notice the slight sheen of sweat on his face and neck ( Read more... )

[When Quorra's image appears on the Forge, she looks a little...strung out, for lack of a better term. Paler than usual. Her eyes are wider than they've ever been, unblinking, and she's fidgeting in place, twisting her fingers together, jiggling her leg, twitching a shoulder.]

...They kicked me out. Of the library. I was just trying to read... [ ( Read more... )

The preacher was right ( Read more... )

This is Elena reporting. It's day...six hundred and seventy-eight. I'm still alive.

Did everyone make it back from the camp? Are the elves gone now?

...Am I the only one late for work?

[Elena sighs, frustrated. Even with her speed, she was still the last one back.I guess I shouldn't criticize heroes anymore. I should probably be grateful for ( Read more... )

[At first, there is nothing but the sound of voracious chewing. OMNOMNOM. Then a swallow. Then more chewing. Then a slurping of some sort of beverage. And then, finally, Break speaks.]

Good eeeeeevening, Anatole! I hope you all are well. Particularly after these last few trying weeks! Heehee.I would like to ask you a question. Or take a poll, if ( Read more... )

[... Welp. If anyone in Anatole has ever interacted with Ciel, they would remember him to be a well-groomed young man. Except for today. When his face appears over the Forge, his hair is mussed, and his clothes are in disarray, as if he were a two year-old unable to dress himself.

False. He's a thirteen year-old unable to dress himself.]... I ( Read more... )

There seem to have been a lot of disappearances lately.

[This statement is obvious enough, given all the "Missing" posters that have been seen around lately.]

Has anyone else noticed a feeling of being watched? I dismissed it at first, but in the last day or so it's felt... worse. More focused.

[And if nothing else she is very good at sensing ( Read more... )

[Elena's face is too close to the Forge. But she backs away quickly, stands straight and proud.]

I know everyone's probably busy doing...whatever it is that people who aren't Turks do, but you have to see this!

[She moves out of the way, the video now focused on Salty sitting and looking attentive.

Well. As attentive as a robot dog can look.Okay ( Read more... )

There sure are a lot of kids around here. [Clarice sounds more than a little worried.] But... Um, well. [There's a split second where he voice raises an octave every so often as she continues to sputter.] I- I-! I can't find Miata anywhere, though!

She just disappeared, so... I know something strange is going on, but I can't find her. I'm ( Read more... )

[She's smiling into the screen, a warmth in her cheeks that's got very little to do with the sunlight streaming in from the open window behind her. The neckline of her dress is modest, but scooped enough to show the absence of a bloodlit circle - no ouroboros marking her tanned skin. What is red, though? Her eyes as she lets out a light, nervous ( Read more... )