[The screen catches the image of Gash simply standing in front of the Marshall apartment complex. His head is downcast, giving way to reveal a small pack of perhaps food. Vulcan is sticking out from the pack's confines, as well.

Yet... why is he there, now quivering?]

Nuuuuh-

[He pauses, gaze lifting to reveal tear filled eyes and damp, damp ( Read more... )

[Here, Discedo, have a beaming little demon kid bouncing around with what looks to be a giant fish.]

Yellowtail! I woke up and there was yellowtail!

This is going to be a great day! Unu!

[He waves at the screen, still grinning widely.]

Flandre, Cube, Lucrecia-- everyone! Let's get together and eat yellowtail!

[The rustle of tattered fabric is heard amongst static and the blip of the communicator turning on.]

Nuuu...

[For a time there is no coherent speech-- only soft mumbles between frequent fits of shifting fabric and material. A nightmare's breath, if it may be ( Read more... )

[With a click, the communicator picks up the image of Gash trying to manage a bucket of water to drip some of its contents onto his plant-- his plant that has blossomed into a bizarre burst of golden leaves with red fruit about it, some still budding and some beginning to grow.]

Ahahaha! Drink well Mr. Plant~ Drink well~

[Then suddenly, with a ( Read more... )

[A deep inhale of breath and then...]

MERRY ALMOST CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! UNU!

[A short burst of a young lad's laughter.]

Oh-! And Vulcan says

[A pause, and then the rustling of paper-- the child apparently taking the time to move the said item's head up and down and even sounding out a 'robotic voice' as if it were truly speaking.]"M-E-R-R-Y ( Read more... )

[An exclamation of joy followed by childish laughter.]

There's a bunch of plants around everywhere! I wonder if you can eat them. I bet they taste really--

[A sharp yelp of pain.]

NUUUUU- OH OH OH OH! Th-they shoot electricity back at you?!

[A child's whine.]

Nu-nuuu... my tongue hurts...

where can I find a snack box and chop sticks

im trying to make a super cool vulcan for my sick friend

((ooc: In other words, Gash is feeling much better and is now trying to find acceptable material to make a Vulcan 300 for Flandre. All that's needed is a marker, four chopsticks, and a snack-box. Anyone care to help the kid out?))

[The hiss of static emits from the communicator, but soon it begins to dissolve bit-by-bit with a series of soft "hics".]

Uuuuu... uuu... I... don't feel so good...

[A child's obviously wavering whine of distress.]

I think...

[Suddenly, a loud sneeze, a rather unpleasant sound for those listening.]

I caught a cold. Nu-uuuu....

[The screen cuts on as the communicator is thrown aside and clatters against the rubble laden ground of the abandoned park. Beside it, it can be seen, is a snack-box with what appears to be chop-stick arms and legs ( Read more... )

[A child's hungry whine emits about and is followed by an overly dramatic 'thud'.]

Vulcan, what are we going to do!?

There's no...

No...

No yellow tail here....!

[The moans and groans have developed into a sobbing fit now, although it is honestly a scene more hilarious than saddening.]

N-NO YELLOW TAAAAAAIL!