First Kurama, --ow the detective. Damn.

[Have some static.]

If you idiots --n't quiet down, I will kill y--.

[The feed turns on to static and loud rushing noises. Hmm. This is oddly familiar.... But considering the storm that is raging, it's hard to tell whether it's PCD malfunction or simply a PCD left to the elements. Or both, as the case may be ( Read more... )

[ When the video begins, Hiei can be seen through several leafy branches, fast asleep in a tree. He almost looks normal like that, not nearly as perpetually angry with the world as when he's awake. Perhaps what's more interesting though, is that a few branches below him and his PCD is a clipping of mistletoe. Oh my. ]

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Kurama...

You're going to leave me here to rot, are you?

Damn fox.

Speak of the preceding week, and I will gut you. Repeatedly.

One of you mentioned my skill with a sword. If you wish to know so badly, I will show you. Don't blame me if you die.

[ The PCD is shaking and consequently so is the video feed. The shaking is accompanied by a noise not unlike a computer might make if it were laughing at you, which might just explain the shaking, but what's more pressing is what the PCD is broadcasting. This happens to be a very frustrated fire demon wrestling with ... his own arm wrappings. This ( Read more... )

Finally.

Kurama. Yuusuke may be a bit damaged. I can't honestly tell. [ Though, really, his tone makes it obvious he hadn't looked very hard. Or at all. ] At the very least, he was certainly as loud as usual. Our little fight was interrupted before we could finish.

I don't feel like picking up after anyone. Do what you wish.

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[ He's not afraid of the storm, but it certainly restricts movement as well as sight. And though he knows where both Kurama and Yuusuke are, he's finding it aggravatingly difficult to navigate his way to either of them. Don't think he hasn't considered using that dragon. The only thing stopping him is knowing the other two idiots would likely nag ( Read more... )

[ The PCD begins recording, its view pointing almost straight up, as if just lying on the ground. The view is mostly sky, except for a rusted spire which implies the PCD is not on the ground but actually on top of a building. Balancing atop the spire is what looks like a young man dressed in black, bandages dangling loosely from his arm, but his ( Read more... )