[The recording itself is quick; the PCD turns on in a burst of static that turns into a high-pitched whine of abused wires, to a flash of a blurry, discolored image that might be two brown eyes, gaped wide, as they turn an inhuman white-on-black. Then whatever power was just unleashed overwhelms the device and the feed cuts out ( Read more... )

Would anyone happen to know where I might find some ink? I'm afraid it's all... well, you can probably imagine. Perhaps it's better to leave the unfortunate details out.

( Private//unhackable to Szayel )

[The feed clicks on as the PCD is half-placed, half-dropped down on Aizen's low writing desk, showing a view of a house in a state of mild disarray but notable abandonment: dust on the desk and on the pages arranged on it, wilted flowers in a pot in the corner, even the footprints of some animals on the dusty floor. Aizen is walking around the room ( Read more... )

Kurotsuchi-taicho, what have you done?

[The scene is dark. Aizen is in his house, kneeling before his writing desk. He's cleaned up since the fight, and isn't visibly battered, but his eyes are dark and sunken with obvious tension and lack of sleep. There's something hard in his expression, uncharacteristic almost in the gentle Shinigami. His voice is tightly controlled.]I do not know ( Read more... )

[Good morning Adstringendum. It’s showtime ( Read more... )

There is some movement among the residents of the Inner City, I see. If any of them appears out here, I want them brought to me, alive and physically unharmed. Do not bring them to my residence or either of yours; take them to a safe place and inform me. Act separately, it would be disagreeable for you to be seen in each other's company ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to the library. Aizen is standing before one of the desks, a pile of books on various science subjects by one hand, a huge volume on elementary chemistry by the other. He straightens his glasses and clears his throat, getting in the teacher pose.

Then he breaks into song.]There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium ( Read more... )

[As the feed clicks on, Aizen is kneeling in front of his writing desk, an empty page laid before him. He looks harried, worn down, as though he hadn't been sleeping well recently, but also calm and determined; he's very much in an official capacity, here.]Following Unohana-taicho's announcement, it seems right that I also speak up, and convey my ( Read more... )

My condolences to those who have had dear ones taken away. The cruelty of these spirits... really, something must be done...

Repairs on the library are progressing well, I am satisfied to say, although the shelves are in desperate need of sorting. If anyone has an available morning? Books truly are a balm to the soul.

( Private to Jean//hackable )