[Terra is spread elegantly on her bed. Her laptop is resting on the bed next to her side. From this angle, it is easy to see the lavishness of her clothes. However, there is something strange about the way she is breathing.]

Nnngh... I don't want to -

[She clenches her fingers into the covers.]

Lord Kefka, please no...

[Terra thrashes, ( Read more... )

To Whomever or Whatever has Atem,

I demand that you release him. I will not ask a second time.

I am not an adversary you wish to anger.

If you do not answer promptly, I will be forced to take drastic action.

[Mint green curls are the first thing that announces Terra's arrival at the Academy. She is kneeling on the ground, her laptop opened in front of her. A look of concentration is on her face as she slides her gloved hands over the keys of aforementioned laptop. It is clear that she has never encountered technology of this sort before or, if she ( Read more... )