[Look who it is, Discedo! It's Gash, he seemingly doing quite better than only a few short weeks ago. Well, aside from the fact that he's dramatically whining about something, his tiny arms flailing all around.]

Nuuuuu. I'm so terribly hungry! [Isn't this only day two? Well, supposing he is just a child...]Mother-dono always made such wonderful ( Read more... )

[The events around the fish market had settled for some time, the crackling, smoldering remains the only things creating any noise ( Read more... )

[Those searching for the young demon might notice, oddly enough, a series of sparks and minor-explosions coming from the area of the fish market ( Read more... )

[The image of a slightly tired yet seemingly cheerful blonde boy smiling at the communicator fades into focus.]

Ahaha- I finally got rid of... [And then, suddenly, the boy groans and the device clatters to the ground. Dread- utter dread- fills him at that moment. He had heard about those who removed their chips, how an illness overtook them, and ( Read more... )

It's red! Red just like the book, but... it's a new- nuuu- communicator

[A tired yet meaningful laugh.]

So awesome.

With this wound in my shoulder, I am reminded of my limitations, of how I cannot protect those around me to the best of my potential ( Read more... )

[A faint murmur, the rustle of cloth, and the soft patter of bare feet.

Guess who is awake after having his shoulder blasted in a few days ago?]

Unuu... where... am I? -- Bandages?

[Once again, the image of Gash is seen, moving about the streets of Discedo with a careful curiosity. He smiles at the device in his hand, seemingly enjoying his 'miniature 'adventure'.]

Ahaha- This place may look horrible, but at least there's lots of space to wander! Right, Vulcan? [He turns to the paper toy in his hands and nods.]

Oh! [And ( Read more... )

[It has been only a few days since Gash arrived in Discedo, but he has experienced much: forgotten friends, fears, and problems all meshed into one. However busy with trying to think through everything, the demon child has not forgotten the situation back in his world: the horrors that are in detail in his brother's letter ( Read more... )

[Static buzzes, loud and insistent. After a moment, however, it fades and is replaced by little "blips" of speech.]

What- [Ksssssh] I am- [PSHHHHEUEEEEEKK]

Where- [Then, suddenly, a loud clatter, and the communicator switches to video. A pair of wide, orange-golden eyes peer down, and a flash of green whips by as the device is supposedly picked ( Read more... )