[The feed clicks on to a view blurred by heavy rain. In the not-so-far background towers the wall of the Inner City. The figure that peers down at the PCD, shaking the device, is at first shadowed and difficult to make out. A few hard taps later, however, the view clears ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to the sounds of shuffling, furniture being shifted, and after a moment, the crackling of a new fire. When Saul speaks, his voice is just a little bit ragged - just enough so that he doesn't sound quite like his usual smooth self]

It's been longer than I suppose, hasn't it? What is the date?

Blast... I'm so tired.

( Private to Carmen//hard to hack )

Well, this is something of a problem. Was this Itachi irreplacable, dome Madara? It might be wise of us, as a group, to have a drill in place for such occurence, especially with no telling what may happen if he returns.

Bandwagon blah blah blah relationships meme comment for evilulz. I'll do one for Jojo later this week methinks.

ALSO DISCLAIMER. Some of these may surprise you. Saul categorizes people, um, differently.

Positive:

Yachiru: He'd like to think that it's only by the Animus' will that he's attached to her, but Saul does find himself genuinely ( Read more... )

I know some of you must be wondering. For what it's worth, this storm is not my doing.

[The feed clicks on to the pretty, colorful pattern of dozens of shards of glass, in various colors, all scattered on a table. Saul sits next to the table, playing with the glinting pieces, making them clink and gleam. Deeply thoughtful, he moves between toying with the glass and making notes on sheet of paper, a list maybe. He muses out loud]The ( Read more... )

[The feed is switched on by a random crackling of electricity, the origin of which is soon revealed. The place is Unohana's clinic, one of the rooms; the video shows Saul sitting next to a bed, tattered and wounded, his head in his hands. He doesn't look percisely sad or broken, more tired - and focusd. There's a very faint buzz in the air around ( Read more... )

So, doma Sumeragi, dome Mollari... and you, little one. It seems we were predesetined to some familiarity, mm?

I'm not sure how, mind, but it's unwise to deny the spirits what they are due. I shall attempt to act towards you as they seem to wish I do, but I've never had a family in the proper sense, so you'd have to forgive me my ignorance.

A favor, if I might, dome: seeing as we'll be joining forces, I should like to have a better idea of your capabilities and those of your group. It's a fool who walks into battle with an unknown weapon at his back... shall we take an afternoon, perhaps, to learn each other?

I wonder what would happen if I were to kill a man while he is in another's body.

Now don't make faces at me. I'm sure you've all wondered the same.