[With all these kidnapings lately, Rei probably should have been a bit more careful, but who honestly expected to be attacked in the shower of all things ( Read more... )

[There's a scowl on Frol's face as he looks straight into the camera, and he takes a second to spit on the ground before he shouts:]

All right, I need to get one thing straight with you all: I don't mind Terrans or anything, but I didn't asked to be dragged onto your planet and I sure as hell don't need to be here when I have better things to do ( Read more... )

[the feed is turned on to a shot of an empty dresser drawer, but it's quickly swung away to face Enma instead. If you've been doing your DEMISE homework today, you might know what's coming next, but stay tuned! The camera slowly comes into focus, and after a moment one can easily tell that his expression is one part confusion, one part distress, ( Read more... )

What the hell is up with this place lately? All of these disappearances... and now, there's some underwear thief running around town.

I wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly went after my god-like sparkling pair of un--

Wait, an underwear thief, huh...

[slight pause]

Oi. France.

[You're within a mile of the Communal? Inside the Communal? Awesome, you heard this. No matter where you are, no matter what you're doing. You heard it. Sure, you can hear the recording in the DEMISE network, but you heard this too, when it was recorded. Pretty much everyone within a mile radius of Casualty Communal did, in varying degrees of holy ( Read more... )

[ There's rustling on the other end of the communicator, almost like fabric rubbing against something, but no sight of Botan. ]

Oh, shoot! You've got to be kidding me... and to think it was holding up so well, too.

[ Botan finally comes into view, a troubled expression on her face. ]Would -- would anyone happen to know how to sew? Or where to ( Read more... )

[The video flicks on. It's obvious he doesn't really want to be doing this. But. It's not like he feels as though he has much of a choice.]

It would seem I can't avoid this forever. Lord Raenef continuously insists on me making more... acquaintances. I cannot say I fully agree with the matter but...

[He pauses, resisting the urge to run a hand ( Read more... )

Bonjour, Ville de la Morte ( Read more... )

[Hello Death City. Here, have Dokuga's eyes staring at the communicator with his blank face, as usual. It's easy to see he is inside a fabrics shop, leaning against a wall] Hm... does anyone know how to sew?

I don't have money, but I will work for it, if I must.

[He looks around] I suppose I could try do it, but I don't know much about fabrics.

[So he's feeling much calmer than when he first arrived, or at least calm enough to start reaching out without potentially snapping at someone. He's also calm enough not to suggest sacrificing puppies to BREW, thank you.

You might notice, besides the large scar on his left side, he looks a little unsure and annoyed. Friendly public speaking has ( Read more... )