[Voice] The center cannot hold

[stalking_horse]

[There's a handful of short private messages - he's holding clear and stable, but there's an obvious shaken undertone and he sounds ... slightly pissed.]

[( Private - to Tom )

Aoko Nakamori: 036: [Text to Kaito]

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

Hakuba-kun said for me to stay with you- Do you mind?

49th Blast || Mello || [Private Messages]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[[TEXT, Private to Matt]]

Are you getting the same sinking feeling I am?

[[TEXT, Private to Conan, Hakuba, Matt, Misora, Ichabod, and Raven]]

We need to meet up ASAP. This isn't over.

Ampoule 12 [In Person] // You supply the rumours and I'll provide the wrath

[p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com]

( (Cut for gore and graphic detail) )

Cigarette 15 [In Person] // Just listen to the noises, Null and Void instead of voices..

[20adaydragon.livejournal.com]

[Hatori had been doing a very good job he felt of keeping himself to himself. All of this insanity. He wanted nothing of it. He wanted to just close his eyes and wake up back home. But.. then what about Black Jack? For his happiness he was always destined to suffer an even greater amount. Whilst he may not have been subjected to any of the torture and violence, he wasn't prepared for it. He may have been a doctor, but.. never had to deal with things like this before.

He was sat in the en suite in front of the toilet, paler than normal, he didn't feel good at all. Nausea was a bitch, he hadn't been able to eat breakfast let alone have his morning tea or coffee. He didn't really.. want to do anything. They'd need a medical team to examine the body, that was an assumption at least. They'd need some sort of forensics... he didn't have the stomach for this. Once again he'd have to leave something to Black Jack. His life here was beginning to feel.. meaningless.

Wrenching his eyes shut he doubled over the toilet, gaging at the very thought of Shiki's mangled corpse in his mind. He gasped, breathing heavily. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, especially Black Jack, but it was inevitable. He didn't want him to worry. There was a killer roaming around, they didn't need his insecurities being added to that.]

Word 1 :○: Fran :○: 10,000 miles or more [In person / Intro]

[mist-intolerant.livejournal.com]

[Anyone in or around the entry hall may run into this young lady (well, young in Viera terms, since she’s over 50). She looks around at everything and anything, her dusty red eyes sharp and clear. A furnished house, with no sign of neglect. Someone lived here, or had been here recently. All she needed to do was find that person, and get the answers she needed. Her shoes clacked ominously against the hardwood floor as she headed towards the staircase, her eyes constantly flicking over her surroundings, her ears alert and clear. Unfortunately, the quiet was almost deafening to the Viera. She had been with Balthier, that was the last thing she remembered. Now this? This wasn’t right; this wasn’t any kind of magick she’d experienced before.

This made no sense, and she wasn’t sure what to do or how to feel about it all. Fran knew it wasn’t a dream; her dreams gave her answers. This only asked more questions]

(Feel free to meet her~!)