Oi. Anybody out there know a way to get rid of phantom pains? Been a while since I've had it acting up like this and this damn itch is driving me insane.

Tch. Last thing I need is trouble with a damn arm I haven't even got anymore.

Aw, hell, almost forgot. Sfondi, Mito. Need to talk to either one of you.

[Baiken's communicator has decided, as usual, that it feels like turning itself on in video mode right when she would really prefer it not to. For a moment, she doesn't notice it at all. She's a little preoccupied -- her arm is in a sling, her face both bruised and pale from pain. She's in a hospital bed, the blanket thankfully covering up the rest ( Read more... )

[Transmission starts with a violent BZZZT, the screen jumping all over the place before settling on what appears to be the kitchen sink. Baiken has taken Honey's advice and has started leaving the comm off in the kitchen whenever she doesn't feel like putting up with it, and it's paid off. There's a short, gruff laugh off-camera before Baiken picks ( Read more... )

Dunno who managed to get some sake in here, but whoever you are, thanks.

Goddamn, it's even umeshu. Missed this shit.

Almost seems too good to be true... [She switches it over to video for a moment and gestures over to a pretty large jug of plum sake that she's plunked down on the table.] Kusuri-uri, this ain't yours, is it? It just kinda turned

Y'know, I think I could get used to this clearing out monsters thing. Doesn't seem to be any end to the fuckers; at least it's something to do until I find a way out of this shithole ( Read more... )

Seems like the monsters're finally clearing up out there. Haven't seen quite as many of those fucking screaming things around. Wonder how long this'll last before more shit hits the fan ( Read more... )

BZZZZT--!

[After a string of violent cursing, there's a sound like the comm has been thrown at a wall... which it has been.]

Fucking thing, what the hell do you want?! You just fucking turned yourself on the other day!

[Short, irritated silence.]

May as well... Oi, Kusuri-uri. You don't have anything to do with the damn shadows I keep catching ( Read more... )

[[The comm kicks on, as usual, in the middle of something that Baiken doesn't necessarily want aired to the entire city. Fortunately for her, this time, it's just audio. Or perhaps unfortunately, since this ultimately leaves things up to imagination.]]

... Tell me... if it gets too tight.

Konbanwaaa minaaa ( Read more... )

Getting pretty sick of the cold. Does it ever stop with the fucking snow around here? No way in hell is it always like this.

...I take that back. Probably is. Weird shit hasn't stopped happening ever since I ended up here.

Any decent fighters around in this damn city? Bored as hell and I could use a good sparring match.

[The communicator kicks on as Baiken sits up in her hospital bed stiffly. She stares at her hand for a moment, a bit dumbfounded. Once the shock has worn off, she checks to see if everything's the way it was before she died -- running her hand over the scar where her left eye used to be, patting along her right sleeve. Everything's the same ( Read more... )