[Action, Voice]
23 April 2010 at 12:28 am
Russel Tringham
[Tringhams are violating what is actually pretty good advice. But there are weeds to be pulled, and pruning to be done. Oh, and his communicator is on.]

It's fine, Fletcher. We're not far from the house, and I'm here. You think anything can get us with me around? [Note, it's been less than two weeks since he nearly died twice in a day.]
voice;
23 April 2010 at 01:39 am
[ there's a good moment of silence before he speaks, and his voice is a sleepy one indeed. it's somewhat muffled too, as if he were speaking into something, a pillow, a sleeve, whatever he would be resting his head on. ]

Kaito-nii's back. Beginnin' to miss him.

Sorry sir. Really--- tired.
[Voice]
23 April 2010 at 11:05 am
After finally being released, I can't give an explore because of someone was killed. Oh well, nobody can't argue on the circle of life, can we?

Now, how to find entertainment now~?
[text] Layer 15: Insomnia
23 April 2010 at 03:59 pm
I am letting everyone know, if anything happens, or just if anybody wants to talk.

I will be awake on the network tonight, until Acumen makes his announcement.

The defense team is trying their best to be cautious, but I will help and listen over the network. If you feel sad, or afraid, or just lonely...I'll stay connected.

I can open a private channel, if you would prefer that.

I am Lain, and I will be here.
[voice, action || private to Saix]
23 April 2010 at 04:05 pm
Axel || viii
You said you'd come find me.

[So it's hide-and-seek time. Now look.]
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[Action | Closed]
23 April 2010 at 04:55 pm
[When Risa arrives at Takami's door that evening, she's a little more put-together - her hair is clean and loose around her face, and she's wearing a cute floral top with her jeans instead of her big, baggy hoodie. She's even put on a touch of makeup, although she's not sure why - she just wants to make a good impression on him after all the times she's made a fool of herself.

This is crazy. Is she really moving in with Takami-senpai? She can bardly believe it, but she's here.]


Takami-senpai? [She knocks, adjusting the small but extremely full and rather heavy duffel bag slung over her shoulder.] It's Risa.
[Video, Sent to Known Members of the Defense Force, Especially the Leaders]
23 April 2010 at 09:38 pm
Please, contact me immediately when you get this.

I have a request, and considering what has happened, I feel it better to ask it now than wait.

I appreciate a quick response.
[Action|Open]
23 April 2010 at 09:47 pm
[It's night. Most people are probably sleeping except for those who like to wander about at night, though that number is low with the current situation. But that doesn't seem to bother Setsuna. Nor, does the fact he's wandering around in nothing but tight spandex shorts that stop just above the knee and a form fitting tank top, it seems.

His feet are bare as he walks, his only other adornment is his communicator. He feet whisper across the pavement, eyes skittering back and forth across his field of vision. He shows no nervousness, but rather cautiousness. His hands twitch though, as do his muscles along his arms and back, lips moving constantly as if speaking though what, exactly, he's saying isn't audible.

He pauses, suddenly, between buildings, standing there, staring ahead of himself, just outside the light of a street lamp. He doesn't move, except for his lips, eyes widening a bit.

And then he screams.]
[Action|Open]
23 April 2010 at 10:15 pm
[Last night... had not been a good night. That was probably putting it mildly.

Dreams, so many dreams. Or was it one long dream? A chain of memories? He didn't know, and in retrospect it probably hardly mattered. It wasn't the first time these dreams had visited him either, not by a long shot. He'd dealt with them for years, especially after the initial death of.. no, no he couldn't even think the name. Everything was still to close, to vivid. He thought he'd mastered them, shoved them down so that even if he dreamed them he didn't remember them. It allowed him to function, to move on in his way.

But last night he had not been able to ignore them, to forget them. He woke with screams in his ears, the stench of fire in his nostrils, the ache of battle in his muscles, the sight of... him in his mind. It made his chest ache, made it hard to breath, to remain in that confining apartment, in that tiny room. He'd snatched his communicator and fled, not even properly dressed, still in his sleeping robes as he sat on the beach, listening to the waves and staring out at them without really seeing them, hair strewn about him messily from lack of a brush. His communicator merely sat in his lap, forgotten.

He felt... lost. So very, very lost.]

[ooc: Random, but this is from before his call to the DF.]