Jun. 30th, 2010

[identity profile] want-a-chupa.livejournal.com
[Kio's in Soubi's room again. He makes a loud "eeeeeh?" noise and scrubs the back of his head]

Where did I put that thing? Have you seen it Lei-chan? I need to see if someone's seen Emm-chan.

[He turns to look at Leizu, his panda daemon, shakes her head. Then suddenly she freezes up. And her eyes go huge in their spots.]

Lei-chan...?

[But Kio's voice doesn't sound so sure.]

L-L-Lei-chan?

[Something has grabbed Leizu, something invisible, something STRONG. She struggles against it (whatever it is) and then, just like that, she's gone. Kio's eyes go wide and dull and his mouth falls opened and he stops moving. He will not move again until someone moves him.]
[identity profile] jadedserpent.livejournal.com
[There is a crashing sound, and the feed shows a young man standing in a doorway, a long stick of wood in one hand.  The blackberry is in his other hand and offers a low-angle view of his face and long, greasy hair.  He snaps his head from left to right, looking for something.  There is a snuffling noise heard.]

This can't be right.  What's going on?

[A female voice is heard, though the speaker is out of view.]

"Well, I'm not sure.  We should investigate."

[The boy looks down, and the angle of the view changes to show a lean, hungry-looking coyote scoutdog.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/coyote1.jpg.]

...An Animagus?  No.  [The tip of the stick appears in the frame, pointing at the coyote.]  What are you?

[The coyote speaks.]  "I'm your deamon, silly!  A manifestation of your soul!"

...Right.  [The view jostles around, and there is the sound of rapid footsteps as the boy walks down the hall.  Softer padding sounds indicate the coyote is following.]  Got to get out of here...

[A muttered nonsense word from the boy, and the feed ends.]
[identity profile] yuekito.livejournal.com
[ Yukito is smiling in the video. It seems to be his default expression. ]

Ah, Sebastian. Is that offer for tea still good?

o1 Mask

Jun. 30th, 2010 08:14 pm
[identity profile] livewithherface.livejournal.com
[the blueberry turns on, audio only, but there's a pregnant pause before someone actually speaks up]

So, like. What is going on? This totally isn't my room, the decor is all wrong, and I looked out in the halls and really, really don't know where I am. Was I like kidnapped or something? By some strange spirits? I've read that stuff like that can happen but like, you never expect that sort of thing to happen to yourself, y'know? Or maybe this is just some surreal sort of dream, though I don't usually have dreams like this.

But, um, anyway. This blueberry is a little weird, it looks like it's connected to a network so like, if anyone out there is listening to this I'd really appreciate it if you would give this gal a hand?

Oh and um. What's this thing that's following me?
[identity profile] prettyincrime.livejournal.com

[The blackberry remains in the right pocket of Miria's Khaki dress, with Sweeney in the other. The feed shows Miria and James examining the 'fourth wall', and trying to work out, if possible, how to break it. James walks off a little way and goes off camera, but the feed remains on Miria as she presses her face up against the mysterious barrier, trying to see through it]

It's so dark and cloudy! Hey, Sweeney? I have a question...

What's that, Miria?

What do you think is behind here...It doesn't really look like anything- Ow!
 
[She stops mid sentence as she brings one hand to her chest, as if in sudden pain. Backing away from the wall, Miria clutches at the front of her dress and falls to her knee's. Sweeney, about to ask after her condition, suddenly lets out an awful squeaking noise, like he's being roughly pulled or crushed.]


Sweeney..! Are you.....


[Once again, she fails to finish her sentence. Sweeney has now vanished, and, before she can question his disappearence, Miria suddenly collapses, the blackberry falling from her pocket and the feed just showing her dazed and vacant face...]

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