After careful, tiny pockets of bitesize thought processes, I've decided to drop Laraine, as I have next to nothing left to do with her. She had a nice run, etc, and I apologize to the characters she annoyed. All her clothing stuff is still there in her house, though, for anyone who has a taste for lolita weird stuff.

Stiiiill keeping Sasori and Near.

hover friend remove~

~Bekkus

Hm, quite interesting indeed...

These...recent changes are amusing to observe. [a low chuckle]</a>

[As if from a distance.]

C'mere, Haro. I won't hurt you.

[Haro: No, Kanan! No, Kanan!]

Oh, come on, it's just a schematic!

[Haro: Classified! Classified!]

Don't you lie to me, Haro. I don't know where you picked up that habit. Have you been hanging out with Mihael or Tieria again?

[Haro: No! No!]

Then come here. I just want to see how you're laid out!

[Haro: Lockon! Lockon! Lockon! Lockon!]

[The sounds of a chase continue; the transmission ends.]

Of course something like this would happen. I'm not the hero, I'm not the good guy of the story. I'm just some side character who's only around because the main character took pity on him. Of course I would never get the happy ending.

Warren was right. He's always right. I'm not good enough, and I never will be.

Aaron.

Grimmjow's movin' in for a bit. Never mind the explaining.

Our house is going to have like...forty cats.

Kickass.


[[ Strikes = slightly hackable. ]]

Tch. So after everythin', she don't even fuckin' remember who I am. That's real fuckin' nice. Reminds me why I'm so fond of religion and their figureheads.

Oh, an' just fer th'hell of it, I'm gonna be homeless fer a while. Th'goat fucker's kickin' me out 'cause apparently, I'm intimidating. Who th'fuck knew, really. Here I thought I was rainbows an' fuckin' sunshine.

So, lessee... wonder if my first place is still standin'. I could go back there an' deck th'place in blood an' skulls again.

An' no, Hallelujah, I ain't movin' in wit' you. There's too many fuckin' people in yer house. I'd kill all of them but five. I ain't dealin' wit' large fuckin' crowds'a people, an' they ain't gonna fuck wit' my cats.

[Begin Recording]

(Heavy breathing, as if she's been running for a while. Flames crackle in the background, and there is the occasional shattering tree branch. This goes on for a few minutes before she seems to regain control. Her voice is strained, raw. There is an obvious undertone of anger.)

Thylas.

A word, if you please.

(Recording abruptly cuts.)

[End Recording]

[The recording clicks on, and there is a great deal of shuffling, and the occasional sound of sniffling. Heavy breathing takes over where the shuffling once was, and lasts a short while before Claire begins to speak.]

Where is this place?

This isn't some kind of crazy dream or joke, is it? Because if it is, I'd really like to make impact with reality again. Like, right now.

But somehow, I'm not thinking this is a dream.

Dad, can you see this?

... Daddy?

[There is a long pause, and the sniffling starts back up once again. When Claire speaks once again, her voice comes out barely a squeak, and through a sob.]

Oh god.

[The recording abrubtly clicks off.]





( OOC banter under here. )

[ recording begins; Jeremiah begins speaking after clearing his throat in a dignified manner ]

I have attained employment once again. This time I hope it will be more... permanent.

After giving it some thou--

[ crashing sound as the door is forced open ]

[Soma's voice, some distance from the terminal]: Terrorist!

[Jeremiah]: Wh-- What?

[Soma]: Lelouch told me what you've done.

[Jeremiah]: I haven't done an--

[Soma, growing closer and louder]: My superior officer wouldn't lie to me. I will not accept betrayal.

[Jeremiah]: Lieutenant, I-- shit.

[ recording cuts off amidst shouts and the sounds of the beginning of a physical struggle ]


[[ooc: lmao leah if my soma sounds awful feel free to correct.]]

Tanabata is pretty soon.

I have bought some pieces paper for everyone who wishes to celebrate the holiday as well.

It's kind of fun, though we won't have any actual festivals.

Well, as long as everyone knows the meaning of Tanabata, I don't think it would be necessary.

Edit:

...


He said "Yes."

...Hm.

I wonder what I have forgotten.

It's done.

Things can go back to whatever version of "normal" applies to this place, now, for me.

[Private to self // Hackable]

Karina. ...that was her name.

.....I'm glad to have finally met you, mama. No, met you again, even if I've forgotten everything.

You were still proud of me. Even through everything. Is that a mother's love for their son?

I'll keep working, then, to keep that. It's the least I can do for you.

For you, and for them...

Thank you. For everything.

...

The moths didn't follow me home tonight.

So things start to go back to normal, and then there's explosions. I should've expected it.

Is everyone alright?