[012] Angel Feathers {Voice}

[oblivious_klutz]

[Towards the end of the day, when the sun starts to set, a possibly familiar voice can be heard. Seems she bumped her Communicator again? But this time what is overheard is not a prayer. It's a song, a little lullaby the Chosen is singing as she starts to get herself ready for the upcoming day:]

The wind, far away; the clouds, slowly
It is time for them to fade
Flowers bloom, and you rest
On the darkening land

The Sun, which blessed me,
Dyes red and sinks down
I wonder if I am dreaming
A gentle, gentle dream?

The birds, to the sky; the bugs, to the fields
All of them on the road home
The first star of evening has shone
So let's head home

To my warm house

[ooc: Link is to the original Japanese, where Colette sings it in the ova. The lyrics above are the English translation of them, but the link will give you the melody and all. There is no actual English version that I know of.]

004 | Right Eye | October 16, Late Morning | Video

[forbearanced.livejournal.com]

Public;

How many of you have gone on missions in the past? Is there a large batch of them at any given time?

...Also, how many of you are truly comfortable with the matter of eating souls in order to grow stronger?

[Pause. Then, as if it were totally random, even though it isn't:]

Chosokabe Motochika. We have an arrangement. Do not forget.


Filtered | Auron;

Perhaps, in the future, we may team up for a mission ourselves. You are a skilled swordsman, after all.

0007 dreams | video

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

[The feed opens to Nura working away on some papers at her desk in her and Iceland's apartment. There's a stack of drawings to the right and a stack of papers with strange words written all over them, to the left. There's some pencils and pens scattered over the table, with a loooooooooooooong roll of fax paper covered in numbers just spilling over the side of the desk.

This is Nura in her work mode, Death City. She's quite studious.]

...all right, so if I cut my spending here...and save my pay here...it should work out...

[Nura then turns her head to the camera, smiling, and you can know see that she has a pencil stuck behind one ear.] Zeta-awesome news, Death City. I'm going to be starting a Child Counseling program, which practically is a therapy of sorts to deal with stress and trauma encountered during the war and other various circumstances.

[She plucks the pencil from behind her ear, and starts to write something down.] I will be setting up a special communication line to be contacted with, which will have a function for those who would like to be anonymous. I will have it with me at all times, so that I can be reached when I need to be.

If you have any questions, please ask. If you are also interested in helping me with the program, I would appreciate that as well, but I will need to see certain information, for the sake of security.

[She takes the paper in front of her and sets it aside on a stack off-camera.] I think that's it for now...but...oh! Wait!

[She reaches into the stack of drawings and pulls out a sketch of Black★Star. It's quite detailed and colored.] Isn't this the nasshat who ran nude through the party? I heard rumors...

⚶ five; video (oct 16)

[yadamn-rat.livejournal.com]

[the feed clicks on to show Kyo with a white headband on. just by looking at him, you'd think he'd been working out or something-- until you catch a glimpse of the destroyed kitchen behind him.]

Okay seriously why does all the rice here suck?! I just want to make some damn rice balls and they keep freaking falling apart!

You'd think I was asking for the world or something! What's the point of having a grocery store if it doesn't have anything you need in it huh?

[bitch moan complain. it's his round about way of asking for help okay.]

001 | Soul (+ Maka) | October 16, Morning | Video

[hesgotsoul.livejournal.com]

[The feed comes on to show... feet. The communicator appears to be set on the street, focused on a pair of sneakers. The owner comes on (down) in a moment - a lazy-eyed white-haired boy who’s looking mighty irritated at having to do this at all.]

The name’s Soul Eater Evans... I’m one of the Weapons from Shibusen. Some of you know me, some of you don’t. [Not that he cares. He makes an irritated noise, rubs the back of his neck.] You’ve all been too damned noisy about getting partnered up on the network, so we’re going to help you out.

[Another pair of feet appear next to his, clad in black boots. After a moment, she crouches beside him, playfully bouncing her shoulder off of his before she addresses the screen and speaks.] I’m Soul’s Meister, Maka Albarn, Scythe Technician. If any of you are looking for partners, just come to the front entrance to Shibusen tomorrow at 11. We’ll pass out name tags and you can practice resonance with as many people as possible. It’ll be a good learning experience, and maybe some of you can partner up, too.

[...Yeah, trust in his partner to be nice and professional. Why was he doing this again? 8|] It’s a Sunday, so everyone should be free. I don’t want to hear any whining that we didn’t try to help you out. We’ll be feeding you guys too. A little. [Pause. Oh, before he forgets.] But this is just for people looking to partner up. People who have partners and want to practice can go and do it during training. Don’t come here to crowd and free load on the food!

[Oh, hush, Soul. She’s not forcing you, she only threatened you a little bit.] And don’t be late. You guys should take this seriously. We’re not going to have stuff like this every day.

[...Threatened a lot, more like. Siiiigh, if you weren’t his partner... ANYWAY JABBING A FINGER AT THE SCREEN.] And don’t get all jerkface about an exercise like this being uncool. This is how we did it back when we joined Shibusen, and this is how it should be. ‘Sides. [Jerks a thumb at himself.] We’re infinitely cooler than any wusses who won’t show up here, because we're paired up.

If you have any questions, let us know. Otherwise, we’ll see you all there. [She waves at the screen before the feed promptly shuts off.]