[There's a steady movement of what appears to be paws on concrete and the occasional pause to sniff at the air]

Pikaaa! Pikapiiiiii! [He sounds somewhat distressed, calling out every few minutes.]

Pikachu! Chu, Pikapiii! [ASH MISTY BROCK WHERE ARE YOU WHERE IS MY EVERYTHING. ;;]

[Just finished getting rained on.]

What is this? I already had a bath today...

[The personal rain cloud rumbles.]

...Oh please don't start up again.

What kind of place is this anyway?

What the hell is going on here?!

[It looks like someone has their journal open and getting rained on. He figured out the journals and got freaked out a bit after hearing someone else on it.]

Son of a bitch I'm soaked. Just what kind of place is this?!

THIS WEEKIt looks like the collars didn't take long to disclude Avaticans, and the city hasn't left out Solace's natives either. Those from Avatica (including Turncoats) might notice their shadow not quite following their movements...or getting up and walking away. As for Solace? You might just have your own personal sun or moon revolving around ( Read more... )

Who knew falling asleep could get a person this far. [ He doesn't exactly sound enthused, but he'll feign amusement just for kicks ]

Man oh man, the Superior isn't going to be happy. I mean, sure, waking up in some other world after the week I had? Kind of a nice break. Like a holiday, even. I just have two questions ( Read more... )

[ heres a kairi, just humming and wondering why in the world people are speaking in so many different languages? That and what's with the white collars? ]

Well that's a little odd...

[ and here she is thinking that she's gotten a reprieve. Anyone want to prove her wrong? She's the ♦ btw~]

...

Dude, my collar... tattoo whatever the hell it is.

It's fucking white. [ what the shit ]

[ The journal begins picking up sounds.. A cellphone is heard opening, and a number being dialed.. ]

Come on, pick up Cloud.. Now is not the time to be ignoring my calls.. Cloud pick up!!

[ Tifa slams the phone shut with an angry noise, before seeming to notice the journal open on the ground. ]...What is this..? Is this recording what I'm ( Read more... )

[ the following message is broadcast over a very secure network, inaccessable to Avaticans and the turncoats. Call it a side effect of those shiny white collars of yours. A voice cuts in through brief but loud static: ]

--the Hell should I know if it's on or not- ... oh, that's what that button's for.

Nevermind.

[ ahem ]To those of you who can ( Read more... )

[Hanatarou is currently hiding in a bush, where there are no people, in the park. He is out of breath and the writing he is doing in the journal, is slightly shaky but still legible. He's just writing to try and sort out what's going on. He he has forgotten for the moment that other people have the ability to see what he's writing.]

I was walking ( Read more... )