[As if from a distance.]

C'mere, Haro. I won't hurt you.

[Haro: No, Kanan! No, Kanan!]

Oh, come on, it's just a schematic!

[Haro: Classified! Classified!]

Don't you lie to me, Haro. I don't know where you picked up that habit. Have you been hanging out with Mihael or Tieria again?

[Haro: No! No!]

Then come here. I just want to see how you're laid out!

[Haro: Lockon! Lockon! Lockon! Lockon!]

[The sounds of a chase continue; the transmission ends.]

Of course something like this would happen. I'm not the hero, I'm not the good guy of the story. I'm just some side character who's only around because the main character took pity on him. Of course I would never get the happy ending.

Warren was right. He's always right. I'm not good enough, and I never will be.

Do a lot of people actually have siblings here?

I don't, and I think that would have been some fun~ Not that I can really do anything about it, since only Fugue was around when I came to this place, and he wasn't actually born, but a helper. It does seem that more and more people are coming though~ If you need clothing, come down to my booth in the market! Even if you don't need clothing, I'll chat! Or sake... Drinking sake is better, but I am not too sure I am meant to be doing that while working. Though that hasn't exactly stopped me yet.

Oh! And this wish thing works well! I wished for the costume that the toy of me was wearing, and I got it, sword and all~ Of course, I haven't actually tried out the sword, but it somehow feels right... Does that make sense, ne?

Aaron.

Grimmjow's movin' in for a bit. Never mind the explaining.

Our house is going to have like...forty cats.

Kickass.


[[ Strikes = slightly hackable. ]]

Tch. So after everythin', she don't even fuckin' remember who I am. That's real fuckin' nice. Reminds me why I'm so fond of religion and their figureheads.

Oh, an' just fer th'hell of it, I'm gonna be homeless fer a while. Th'goat fucker's kickin' me out 'cause apparently, I'm intimidating. Who th'fuck knew, really. Here I thought I was rainbows an' fuckin' sunshine.

So, lessee... wonder if my first place is still standin'. I could go back there an' deck th'place in blood an' skulls again.

An' no, Hallelujah, I ain't movin' in wit' you. There's too many fuckin' people in yer house. I'd kill all of them but five. I ain't dealin' wit' large fuckin' crowds'a people, an' they ain't gonna fuck wit' my cats.

[Begin Recording]

(Heavy breathing, as if she's been running for a while. Flames crackle in the background, and there is the occasional shattering tree branch. This goes on for a few minutes before she seems to regain control. Her voice is strained, raw. There is an obvious undertone of anger.)

Thylas.

A word, if you please.

(Recording abruptly cuts.)

[End Recording]

[The recording clicks on, and there is a great deal of shuffling, and the occasional sound of sniffling. Heavy breathing takes over where the shuffling once was, and lasts a short while before Claire begins to speak.]

Where is this place?

This isn't some kind of crazy dream or joke, is it? Because if it is, I'd really like to make impact with reality again. Like, right now.

But somehow, I'm not thinking this is a dream.

Dad, can you see this?

... Daddy?

[There is a long pause, and the sniffling starts back up once again. When Claire speaks once again, her voice comes out barely a squeak, and through a sob.]

Oh god.

[The recording abrubtly clicks off.]





( OOC banter under here. )

In another world, maybe. But wherever you are, I hope that you will be safe. All I wish is that you don't forget me.

...Hm.

I wonder what I have forgotten.

It's done.

Things can go back to whatever version of "normal" applies to this place, now, for me.

[Private to self // Hackable]

Karina. ...that was her name.

.....I'm glad to have finally met you, mama. No, met you again, even if I've forgotten everything.

You were still proud of me. Even through everything. Is that a mother's love for their son?

I'll keep working, then, to keep that. It's the least I can do for you.

For you, and for them...

Thank you. For everything.

...

The moths didn't follow me home tonight.

So things start to go back to normal, and then there's explosions. I should've expected it.

Is everyone alright?

... Okay. Listen up.

That bomb was not my fault. I had nothing to do with it.

I was home the entire time. ... Except for maybe five minutes, but I was burying things in the backyard. I was nowhere near the forest.

So anyone who was even thinking about blaming me... don't. ♥

Well, uhm. Yea.

I think I'm gonna go check out the blast area~

[The transmission starts with some muffled static, his voice is clearly uneven as if he's been running - or crying.]

Nina?

She's not with Shiki, I thought...

If I can't find her-

Nina, if you hear this.. Tell me where you are, right away.
You can't go off by yourself in this place, it's not safe.

[There's a distinct sound of aggravation, and something almost like he's clicking his tongue.] Damn it...


I can't find her anywhere... [Almost thirty seconds later, the sound of footsteps can be heard walking away from the terminal- and then nothing, until it times out.]

[ooc: Yeah... Denial is so Ed's middle name.]