Voice.

[brbjourneying.livejournal.com]

[The audio function turns on abruptly, as though he was just messing around with the buttons. There's a muffled ' - this it?' before he gets going:]

Who the hell do you Shibusen bastards think you are? I may be a 'dog of the military,' but I sure as hell ain't your dog. [He makes a frustrated sound.] Dammit, I don't have time for this! 'One wish at a time' my ass, that's too convenient.  [Then he speaks up, louder:] Oi, you hear that? I'm not interested, so there's no point in wasting your time keeping me here! And if you won't show me the exit, I'll make one - that's my motto!

[The next thing he says is muttered, mostly to himself:] And after seeing that...I have to tell Al. We have a definite chance now! I can't afford to blow it because of something as stupid as this.

July 27 Morning [Video]

[alphaspider]

Does that mean I win, Minato?


[Filtered to Crane]

You work fast. [grin] Nice mask.

[This entry was deleted shortly after its creation.]


[Filtered to Cloud]

So?

1 Additional Pylon || [Video]

[aiursfavoredson.livejournal.com]

[The screen flickers to life momentarily to show the shadowy image of pale face, but the softly glowing blue eyes clearly showed the wisdom hidden beneath the gaze.]

I have spoken at great lengths to those who have brought us here, and while I cannot condone their actions, there seems to be little choice in the direction that must be taken. [There’s an odd echo-like tone to his voice. If one looks close enough, they might notice the lack of any facial features outside of the two brightly glowing eyes.] I have little time to waste, and I must return to Aiur at once! In order to do so, it seems that there's yet another war that needs to be won.

[He goes quiet for a moment, almost as if he was in thought.]

If I am to join this war effort, then I will first need to know as much information as possible.

July 28th 2009 - Wednesday

[voyeur_moon]

[Another hot day in Death City and it looks like everything is slowly being rebuilt to its former glory. The party is in just a few days, better make sure you have something to wear.]


[The temperature today is a high of 102F/38C and a low of 85F/29C.]

(no subject)

[failsavior.livejournal.com]

[There's a text post here—video feels like too much too fast. It's been a long time since he’s had to go out in the public eye. Strikes indicated writing he thought better of and deleted.]

Pardon me. I've just arrived here. Is it really true that we’re needed here to fight some kind of war? I was told that I had a choice in what I can do, though I suppose I should make myself useful. But I'm not entirely sure what I have to offer.

Is there really no way to return back where you've come from? It must look like I've run away to everybody else, and I can't begin to imagine what sort of trouble I've caused for those in charge of me, or myself upon my return.

This certainly is a strange place. Death City, a Death Scythe, and demons...is this the land of the dead? If so, then maybe it’s possible that No. That can't be. I'm here, and I'm alive. But this certainly isn't like the town I left.