Well, I'm certainly getting in the holiday spirit, but I think we could do without this weather. Why don't we revive an old tradition?

[Mukuro sits by a window, the snow falling heavily outside. He looks a bit chilly, his coat too light for the weather, even though he's not out in the cold. He smiles, tapping his gloved fingers on the windowsill.] ( Read more... )

[Mukuro looks bored, more than anything - bored and irritated, and, like most residents of the city, like he hasn't been sleeping well. He's leaning against the wall of his room, the PCD held at a casual angle as he speaks.]As entertaining as it is watching the weak-minded getting confused over what's real and what isn't, I'm getting a bit tired of ( Read more... )

My foolish student seems to have disappeared from the city.

[Mukuro's voice is calm and dispassionate, but anyone who knows him well - of which there are few - might be able to detect annoyance or anger beneath his words.]I have been unable to contact Fran through my PCD or in any other way. I assume this means he's left ( Read more... )

[Mukuro walks through a collection of headstones, somewhere in the city.]

This event has its ups and downs, doesn't it? So many of you seem so upset. Some of you seem happy.

[He brushes his fingers across the name engraved on one headstone. The first name is obscured, but the last reads Estraneo. Mukuro smiles and keeps walking, and a keen ( Read more... )

Maaasttterrr....

[The first thing that comes through the PCD is Fran's ever so lovely voice. Complaining.]

I've had a year to practice, you know. I'm probably better than you at this point. I'm older than you now too.

[The video feed finally clicks on to show Mukuro and Fran opposing each other, Fran sitting on the ground with arms around his ( Read more... )

[Mukuro is smiling - a real smile, not his usual condescending little smirk. For once he looks happy, friendly, open. Man this event is weird.]Hello, Adstringendum! You know, I've been thinking that we're much too negative here. All these bad feelings - arguing, fighting, insulting each other - well, that's not going to get us anywhere. We have to ( Read more... )

It is, as always, somewhat disturbing to be reminded of the extent of control the Animus have over us all. While it's entertaining enough watching people stumble around confused about themselves, it's somewhat less so to wake up and realize you don't entirely remember the people you live with. Not that that's the only complaint I have, but really ( Read more... )

[The PCD turns on when it hits the ground, it's obvious from the way the image shakes and bounces. When it settles, it shows Mukuro leaning against the wall of a building, supporting himself with one hand, the other holding his head ( Read more... )

["Step right up and try your luck!" is the cry from one of the carnival booths, and as the video feed clicks on, Mukuro does indeed step right up, flashing a friendly smile at the operator.]

Ring toss, hmm? Aren't these games usually rigged?

[Not that that seems to be stopping Mukuro. As the booth's owner glances away for a moment, a few gold ( Read more... )

How long has it been?

[His voice is fairly level and light, almost amused, but those who know Mukuro well will be able to detect an undercurrent of strain and annoyance.]

When our powers disappeared, I assumed it wouldn't be so difficult to simply wait it out. It isn't as if I need my powers for anything in particular. Except the pipes, I suppose ( Read more... )