Sep. 2nd, 2012

muskettear: for the water to rise (is how long it takes)
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Ah, is this... [ she sounds faint, dizzy, for a moment. ] Is this on?

[ there's a bit of fumbling before a golden eye fills up most of the communicator's screen and pulls back to reveal a girl with blonde hair curled into drills, and she smiles in relief. ]

Thank goodness. I thought I'd lost my ability to work digital devices already... [ a weak laugh. She's not feeling her best, and it shows, even though she straightens up and does her best to compose herself. ]

Hello. My name is Tomoe Mami - I'm from Mitakihara, Japan. [ she curtsies. ] I've read the brochures that the machine gave us, but I still have one question...

Would anyone know where to find a good tea shop..? [ she's pretty aware that it seems kind of silly, but stress relief is Important kinda ] I'm not familiar with American cities, and I don't want to get lost on my first day here.

If anyone has any recommendations, I'd enjoy hearing them. Thank you. [ another curtsy, before she switches off the communicator. ]

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Sep. 2nd, 2012 07:09 pm
newbvampire: (Bugger)
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I know this is the worst time possible for this, but I need to go help someone outside the city and it can't wait, I'm sorry. I'll try to explain when I get back. Please just trust me, this is important. I wish I could say more, but I can't. I'm sorry.

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Sep. 2nd, 2012 10:51 pm
symmachy: hollow-art.com (unstable.)
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[scatty is standing alone in some alley. it's dark, but there's a streetlight somewhere near. there's blood on her once pristine white shirt, and her cropped hair is a faded red thanks to the dust caught up in it. there is a very, very large hole punched straight through the brick wall closest to her. there are red streaks from her eyes running down her face--she's been crying. crying blood, from the looks of it. but aside from the tell-tale red, grimy trails down her cheeks, her face is dry. her voice monotone.]

Max Gibson is dead.

[a beat. it seems as if that's all.]

... Dead.

[as if she's trying to convince herself. another pause. then scathach clutches the comm in her hand, tilts her head back and gives a very inhuman scream, and throws it into the brick wall, ending the feed.]

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