[No video, but Ryuubi sounds much better than last time, fondly amused even. He loves all you hilarious crazy people.]Maybe I should have woken up sooner. We've had quite a week, haven't we? I hope no one is suffering too serious side effects. It's understandable that people don't always act their right mind here - really, best remember that it can ( Read more... )

[Ryuubi sounds distant - strange and distant, as though partway gone into the strange half-dream, half-memory state that hounds him sometimes. Not completely, though, he's making sense. He's clearly addressing the city.]There will not be another wave of angels. Yuca Collabel is not making any more of them. Our only worry now is the ones already ( Read more... )

I'm sure I don't have to say, to most of you, at least, that infighting and petty arguments are going to be the ruin of us all and that if you absolutely have to be venting your anger at someone, go out there and find a monster - there are plenty. You're all mature enough not to have to be lectured. Obviously something bad is blowing through this ( Read more... )

How and when do we plan to act regarding the current crisis? It's clear to all, I think, that this is not going to simply blow over. The people need to hear some sort of voice to reassure them that action is being taken - every day of uncertainty that passes makes things worse ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on for no particular reason, other than this being Adstring, the place where your feed tends to click on when you're working in your garden, sweaty and shirtless ( Read more... )

[It's amazing what turning into a woman would do to your mood when you're secretly a mythological sex fiend. Which is to say the feed clicks on to a Ryuubi in all her genderbent glory stretched out across her bed, draped in a thin blanket for the sake of all those kids running around, but evidently without anything to back that blanket up. She's ( Read more... )

[Even on voice feed, it's clear that Ryuubi isn't fully back to himself yet; he sounds tired and dispirited, though certainly better than before. And he's trying, you can hear that too.]Hello, everyone. Two orders of business today ( Read more... )

[As the feed clicks on, Ryuubi is kneeling in the center of his new haunt at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest, staring at the PCD. He looks frightening, as though in almost the week that has passed since the visitors disappeared, he'd been neither eating nor sleeping properly. His eyes are hollow, face ashen. He grips the device with cracking ( Read more... )

[Koumei's PCD, being Koumei's, does not turn on accidentally; Ryuubi's PCD however has no such qualms, and sputters to life at what is definitely a bad moment ( Read more... )

[Sitting on the porch of his lakeside house, Ryuubi is positively glowing, eyes and smile brilliant with joy. He glances back before speaking - off in the background, on a random pillow in the sun, Koumei is dozing away.]I'm sorry, I ought to have done this sooner - if there are still newcomers who need someplace to stay, my house is open, and we' ( Read more... )