[It's a rainy day at Adstringendum, but as the feed clicks on, the heavy fog that has been shrouding the Northwestern riverside appears to have lifted. Saul is just outside his house, kneeling at his Mehregan altar. Though both it and his outfit are far less fancy and decorated than last year, he is just as intent on his prayer, perhaps even more ( Read more... )

[The scene is dim - lit, in fact, only by the PCD, as the windows of Saul's house are shut. The device has been knocked to the floor and captures the darkened bedroom. Saul is sitting up in the bed, hunched over, looking a wreck: bloodied, bandaged with scrapes of cloth, and dazed with fever. He stares at the air and mutters to himself, at some ( Read more... )

[Somebody has no luck today. Within an hour of the accidental post from Carmen's PCD, Saul's own device suffers the same fate, being switched on by the ambient electricity in the air. He's alone this time, and elsewhere: lurking on a high vantage point, overlooking the Inner City ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to a shockingly messy scene. Just outside a broken section of the Great Wall of Adstringendum, Saul has hunted down and butchered - not simply killed - a huge bipedal creature of some sort, at least three times his size. It's sprawled in the thin snow, gutted, Saul's hook still sticking from its eye. Its face is just human ( Read more... )

There are things a man does not question, and regret is a wretched waste... but if this is to be the end of it, then I wish for you to know, Carmen Sandiego, and moreover I wish this whole vast city to know that there is no woman like you in the world. Not this world, and not the world I know, and I would wager, not the world you go back to, either ( Read more... )

[The feed switches on to a shadowy scene, a small room lit by a strong, crackling fire in a central pit. Saul is crouched close to the fire, poking at some fish that are spitted and roasting over it. He's telling a story, so it sounds: his voice is low, yet rich, calling back old memories.] - by the time we pulled him out, he was as cold and stiff ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on as the PCD hits the ground, having fallen out of Saul's belt-pouch. Lying on the ground, it reveals a view of a forested section in the heavily snowed Hanging Gardens. Saul is moving among the trees, snapping off branches that suit him and throwing them into a box to the side. As opposed to some people, he's perfectly well ( Read more... )

This blizzard will be a while, domi a domani, and will not be getting lighter. I would stock up if I were you - assuming that you are able to, of course.

( Private to Carmen//unhackable )

( Not an IC cut/Cut for gore and nastiness. Reading may be Christmas-spoiling. )

[The PCD switches on with a fizz, placed on a table in the kitchen of Saul's small riverside house. Saul is sitting by an open window, looking distinctly better than he had last time around, and also looking totally blissed out. He leans out of the window, holding onto a long pole and staring outside eagerly ( Read more... )