[Filtered away from the City's deities, otherwise open.]

[Luke glances at a sheet of paper in his hand, then looks over the communicator. Oh yeah, the video function is on. Well, his last announcement was a video too, so he might as well keep the thing going.]Good morning, everyone. This is about the expedition ( Read more... )

[The communicator clicks on, and at first, it seems incredibly innocent. Just the sound of a bath. But then there is a shaky and familiar voice pleading over the water.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Just make it stop.

[For those inside of his apartment, there's a pretty evident trail of red leading from Luke's room to the bathroom-- so thick in ( Read more... )

[filtered AWAY from Master Van]

[Luke faces the camera with a somewhat serious expression as he sits on his couch, hands clasped as he rests his elbows on his knees. It's a contemplative pose. There's something unreadable in his eyes, sadness mixed with determination.]

Good morning... [He wavers a bit, some of his inner awkward showing through. ( Read more... )

[There's a pale kid with tangled red hair staring down the communicator. He might be familiar to some people-- he's the same kid who was here a couple of months ago, though he looks remarkably like Luke and Asch anyway. He seems to have lost his shirt and he's only wearing black shorts now. Bare feet turn the PDA around and around on the grass, the ( Read more... )

[The comm switches on in the middle of a low-speed chase. There is a redheaded swordsman dressed in more red, and he's currently being pursued by angry peasants into the forest. The peasant's wife can run pretty fast, apparently, and Luke is forced to dodge a broom to the head.]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's for a good cause!

[He yelps as he's ( Read more... )

[The camera is lopsided and apparently on the ground outside Building 1. It catches two sets of identical shoes shuffling around each other, two sets of white coats (though one is stained with rainbow paint?), two voices raised against each other in argument. The first voice is slightly more shrill, but also more teasing, more desperate. It's Luke ( Read more... )

[A slightly older Luke can be seen training with his sword in a secluded part of the City. He's dressed something like this, though he's currently wearing a black tank top-- his police officer's jacket is the pillow the communicator rests on. There's an unmistakable broadness to his shoulders and his back is straight even as he goes through some ( Read more... )

[The lights are off. Luke's room is lit only by the ample moonlight drifting in through the window, which he's left open despite any lingering spring chill. It would be serene if the covers hadn't been tossed onto the floor.]

Does anyone have a good story from home? [Luke's voice is low to avoid waking his roommates, but also to disguise a tremble ( Read more... )

Looks like Blankets is gone. My- my replica, I mean. He didn't try to replace me or hurt anyone, he just wanted to make everyone around him happy. Yeah, he was kind of dumb, but...

Nevermind. I don't know what I'm going on about anymore.

[The communicator picks up the sound of hollow metal bars as Luke leans out over his balcony. The wind picks ( Read more... )

[All Luke sees is someone with red hair and dark clothes standing in the living room. Shocked, he drops the communicator onto the floor. Good thing it's resilient.]

A-Asch...?! [His voice is so wavery, so hopeful, with just an edge of panic. The replica-no, the clone turns his head to look at Luke. They're almost exactly alike, including duckbutt ( Read more... )