My, my.






An interesting twist of fate.



A change that reflects the self . . . perhaps

for some.



((the only change for kusuri-uri is that his eyes now resemble a cat's -- yellow, with slitted pupils. you know. just to make him look EVEN WEIRDER than usual ;P))

[there are a few moments of static]


Hou?...
"Get. Out. Of. My. Town."






The ground shakes.


Drag the waters and secrets appear. They cannot be buried forever. Truth finds ways to make itself known.





Ah. [a pause; at this time a loud growl can be heard] A visitor.

[there's a lion-like roar, accompanied by some soft jingling, and the transmission ends]

Oh, dear.




An angry mob . . . it seems.



How unfortunate.




[a pause]

Perhaps it was inevitable.

Clearer, clearer, ....clearer still. I have regained control...mostly.




To see has been simple. To See . . . It has been a while.

However, there is little to be seen . . .




[a pause]

Hou?...


Hm.

[the sound of heavy, slightly raspy breathing can be heard for a few moments]



S-such a feeling...

[another moment of heavy breathing]



It will pass. The haze will soon clear.


[there's a sharp intake of breath, and the transmission cuts off]

((take a wild guess at who got his chip out. :P))

Plans have been set in motion -- or soon will be.



A dream that is not a dream . . .


[a pause]

Perhaps it has become necessity.

( Locked to Nozomi Weaver )

Hou?...

An interesting development.

[there's a long, staticy pause, followed by the sound of far-away talking, as if the communicator is a few feet away; it's obvious that the post is unintentional]

Barking such orders. Barking, however, only is done by dogs. [there's some rustling; a clink clink noise of something small and metallic]

The Truth remains hidden. [a pause]

. . . Or perhaps there is no Truth to be found. [there's a pause, followed by some more clinking, and a soft exhale] You cannot say, of course. I wish to hear again.



[after a while there is a sound that resembles a soft laugh] Such chaos. I wonder what event will befall us next.

An unusual twist. For the moment I seem to be . . . barred from my residence. Understandable, however . . .

Were it not raining, this would be acceptable.

((strikes hackable, but a little difficult))

[for a while, only the sound of slow but erratic breathing can be heard]



Nothing.


. . . There was nothing.


[there's a sharp intake of breath, and then static]

((got himself hurt at the city outskirts :o))