001- voice

[wellknownlout.livejournal.com]

How in blazes am I supposed to hit the buttons on this infernal device? I don't suppose they have any of these for people who don't have tiny hands? ...Ah, there we go. I think. Damn this thing, I can't even tell if it's working! So much for convenience. I'd have a faster time of it sending one-legged messengers across the city.

Well, if I look to be an ass speaking into this thing when no one can hear me, I look to be an ass. Nothing new in that. I am Hector... [He pauses for a moment; his nobility doesn't mean much here, but there's really no point in being dishonest about it just because he doesn't care.] Marquess of Ostia. But for Elimine's sake, none of that "lord" or "master" garbage. Ostia isn't here, and I've always been perfectly satisfied just being Hector. I'll be helping you out with your war, so give me a wide berth on the battlefield. I've been told my style can seem somewhat careless.

...That being said, what kind of fool sees a man in obviously heavy armor and decides to house him eight floors up? I never want to see stairs again, much less the moment I need to go out for food.

One.

[princesserouge.livejournal.com]

Is this my punishment? I thought they were taking me to the hosptial. I do not understand. Either way, I don't like this.

I miss Medea.. I don't like that I can't feel her anymore. I want her back..

04 + Audio/Video Post

[corpseless.livejournal.com]

[The audio clicks on, Kanon quietly padding across his small apartment with the device against his ear. No one would be able to tell from the sound that he had just gotten out of the shower, and stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist, and another over his head that he was using to dry is hair.]

Milady, despite momentary calm in this place, I think it wise if I continue to better my skills as a weapon. I am unsure as to who I should contact for…training, but as it is, my abilities to protect you are far from adequate. It would be best if you were to find out what classification you were as well….being able to protect yourself when I am unable to be at your side is….suggested.

As for those in this city who wish to prepare themselves….they say that fighting another is the best way to improve I believe. Perhaps if anyone wishes to do so as well…

[The boy paused, starting to shift the device to the other ear so he could dry that side of his hair. Whether it was from the towel over his head, his own voice or just not paying attention, Kanon had apparently not heard the slight creak in the background of his room's door opening as he spoke. When he paused, however, the smooth voice that broke in would have easily alerted him.]

...Did I come at a bad time~?

[The boy yelped, the device dropping out of his hand and a CRACK-FFFZZT sound screeching through the microphone as it bounced on the ground and switched functions, the video cutting on to show Sara, and then Kanon‘s foot and leg, and the edge of his towel. Nothing else you perverts B|.]

S-SARALEGUI-SAMA!?

[The king smirked and tilted his head in a mock-curious motion, tossing a lock of hair back over his shoulder in the same movement.]

No need to shout, Kanon. Or are you just that excited to see me?

Wh-

[There was a pause as the situation seemed to sink in, blue eyes dropping from Sara, to his current state of undress, and then back; before he simply turned on his heel and bolted back into the bathroom, slamming the door after him.]

GET OUT!

[Sara's expression slips smoothly into something of a pout, and he raises an eyebrow at the closed door.]

How rude, and after I came over just to make sure that you're alright...just checking to see that you've been taking care of your injuries, and you won't even talk to me...

[Though his voice sounds hurt for Kanon's benefit, the camera on the ground can pick up the grin playing across his face. As he speaks, he steps closer to the door, bending down to pick up the fallen device as he went. For a moment the image spins before settling facing the ground, held loosely in the blond's hand.]

My deepest apologies. [Oh the sarcasm dripping.] Kindly LEAVE my room, immediately! And KNOCK next time you wish to check in on me.

Well, I suppose you'll know to lock your door from now on. Really, what if I had been some old man with less than innocent intentions? And with you in that state of dress...

[He begins turning the device over in his hands, and the camera gets a glimpse of golden eyes narrowing behind purple lenses as he examines it.]

Ah, doesn't the little light mean...?

[His hand passes over the screen before the image cuts out. He'd turned off the video function, but it seemed like the audio was still running.]

.v {Voice//Filtered to Xanxus}

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

VOOOII, do I need to get you clothes for that party thing everyone's creaming themselves over, or are you staying home?

1. [Voice]

[is-a-virtue.livejournal.com]

N-no way...they can't be serious...Er, people can hear me, right?

[The boy's voice is hesitant over the device, but it's clear and it's obvious he was using it as intended; this stuff was pretty low-tech compared to where he came from, after all.]

I'm...well, I'm hoping this is all a joke, but this really doesn't look anything like Cocoon...or Pulse...and I can't find my friends even though I was just with them, and I can't use...

[A pause, and a soft sigh.]

...I'm really supposed to fight in a war? There's just no way...I mean, this isn't like home, I'm not...

[Another pause, and the feed cuts off abruptly.]