[The video shows a large room illuminated by an orange light, the inside of a clock tower that has many, many rooms. The back of a black leather armchair can be seen in the middle while a robot it’s playing a piano in the right side of the room. The song it’s ‘Complainte du la butte' and someone is singing the lyrics accompanying the background music.

The robot misses a note and the voice stop singing.

The next second a shoot echoes throughout the room, loud and unexpected, and the robot stops playing suddenly when half of his head is blew up. It’s now useless body falls to the floor in front of the piano.]

"There’s no place in this world for mistakes. "

[The armchair turns and Hakuba comes to the view with a Smith and Wesson in his hand, bottom up from his shirt lazily undone, showing a leather white collar around his neck. The boy places a single round int he revolver and spins the cylinder before tol ye back on the chair. His grin is something that only creatures that hide in the shadows of a jungle waiting for a prey should have. He places the muzzle against his head and pulls the trigger. There’s a loud ‘click’ and nothing else happens.]

Talk to me, community.

[ooc: Please, for plot puurposes assume that all the replies are private videos, unhackables.]

[Sup, DDD. What you may see in among all that fog that's been bothering you for days now is... well, it looks like Belfast. Only then it shifts to the inside of a house. A school corridor. A bedroom. A shopping center. And back to the streets of the Northern Irish capital again. One thing all these seemingly random locations have in common is that they're sinister, dark. Somehow twisted, for how innocuous they are.

And in the middle of this, looking rather content, is... wait, is that Neil? Or is it Lyle? Just which Dylandy twin is it? Well, whoever it is, those yellow eyes of his should definitely give you a clue as to what's going on here. And is it just you, or do those clothes look like a colour-rotated version of Neil's?

Curiouser and curiouser, you might say, but Shadow!Lyle - Neil - whoever - looks rather content. In fact, he looks friendly and open - and that smile is all Neil, isn't it? - as he smiles at the camera.]

Pretty strange turn of events, huh? You know, I don't much mind all the fog anymore. Guess there's just no end to the things you can adapt to thanks to this place, right?

[His expression might have flickered slightly for a little there. But no. Maybe it was just your imagination~]

Hello...?

Is anyone there?

Please answer me!

I don't want to be alone! Please, I don't want to be alone anymore!

[It clicks onto Larsa sitting on a very large throne in the middle of a very large antechamber. The proud symbol of Archades and the Solidor family is splayed behind him, crown firmly on his head as he speaks into the camera.]

We grow most concerned about certain individuals that choose to have the gall to identify themselves as "leaders" or so called "rulers" of state. We have begun to notice those to be lacking and overall a definitive stain on a royal mantle. Thus, we have reached the conclusion that unlike some who have tried to wrench the destinies back into the hands of man, we will not succumb to the temptation of any form of ethereal aid.

Tell us, community, do you not believe that the glory of a nation is measured by the ruling house? We grow tired of hearing the same tirades over and over again by individuals that have no merit save for their inherited privileges. Our majesties surely crave a creative answer: what gives us glory? Is it land? Or perhaps the happiness of our people on sacrifice for our own happiness and freedom?

The video opens on a stage, lit by a single spotlight. There's a suggestion of craggy stone walls at the edge of the camera's view, but the focus is on the person on the stage. Said person is recognizable as Zelgadiss - at least, he is to people who've known him for some time and remember what he looked like as a chimera. There's something wrong, though; his hair is unkempt, and he's wearing a slightly ragged black suit, open at the collar. And holding an electric guitar. He looks at the camera for a moment - one eye is hidden by his hair, but the other has the by-now-familiar solid yellow pupil and iris. Then he lowers his head, and starts to play and, once the intro is done, sing:

( Video behind cut to save loading and formatting )

As the last chords fade away, he looks up at the camera again.

"This is what happens when people don't see what monsters they are."

((OOC: The song, in case you can't see for some reason, is Linkin Park's "New Divide," which seemed appropriate.))

Why do I bother?

I keep going into work day after day and I never make a difference. Even as a traffic cop. Trying to help someone with an accident and she just looks at my eyes and screams.

She couldn't see clearly, but she was so convinced they were yellow..

And I let Aoko get caught somewhere else through all this.

[Sighs.] Why do I keep trying?

[The interior is a ruined palace. Someone who looks very much like Zechs Marquise walks into the camera's view, obviously displeased. He wears long, black leather pants with high boots, and carries a long whip and a sword in his belt. The sleek, polished jacket he wears is open, revealing a bare chest. On his lower belly, above the line of his pants, one can see the twisted beginnings of a thorny rose design. He scowls.]

All of you are ... weak.

This fog - these Shadows - they are nothing but the darkest parts of humanity, that which mankind cannot accept.

Were you of any true worth, of any strength? These mere apparitions would not plague you or even cause you the slightest measure of fear.

Only individuals of superior class, those who understand themselves and their true path can accept what they truly are ...

I believe I shall find it amusing to witness your witless struggles.

[The video goes into static. When the picture resolves itself, the interior is now a palace which has been restored - or never destroyed. It is shining and brilliant in all of it's glory. Zechs - a much different Zechs - is sitting on a silver throne. His top is white mesh, and his arms, neck, and legs are covered in rather convenient buckles and straps, so he might be easily fastened down. Currently he is wearing over this a long, elegant coat which is gorgeously adorned. He is also adorned with a lot of jewelry, including piercings.]

Please, do not despair!

I know all of this seems so frightening. I was frightened as well - after all, it seems so strange. Who are these people, and what do they desire? It can be so confusing, but you should rest assured - all will turn out all right in the end. I promise you.

We are merely whom we were meant to be! Secretly, inwardly, humanity struggles with what they should be, what they hear as that inner voice. But does this sort of violence, this fighting, truly solve anything at all?

Oh, surely there are dangerous people out there. [A blush, seductive expression] If you are really concerned for your fellow man, you should protect them in these dark times. I would certainly like to test your ... strength.

But please, do not fight this! For battle and war truly never brought anything but heartbreak.

Especially when you battle with what you truly, truly desire.

What the fuck just happened to you people?

The video opens in what seems to be a dimly lit mansion with plants growing all over it.

There doesn't seem to be anyone there. At least, not as first. Far in the background a person's head can barely be seeing peeking out from behind a couch and staring directly at the camera.

It doesn't say anything.

[And cut to what looks like Starscream sitting in a Transformer-sized chair in a metal-plated room, he leans back, steepling his fingers together and resting them up against his chin. He seem unaware of being filmed as he into a slow, thoughtful frown] 

Why am I still here, serving the one being who treats me like something to take his bad moods out on, I should just go and leave. They barely respect me, is the one thing I want most so hard to get?

[Now, Leila isn't vain, but she tends to generally keep herself presentable, especially since she's worked out the community's tendency to start filming at the wrong moment. As the video opens, though, her clothes are stained, her hair's a mess, and she's thrown an equally-stained cloak over the back of the chair she's lounging in.

She sips from a goblet held loosely in her hand and starts talking almost as soon as the video opens.]

You know, community, it's really a pity that these fools couldn't accept what they are. Things would be so much easier if they had.

Take Leila, for instance. Not that many of you know about her enough to take her. Sneaking and hiding all the time... well, what can you expect from a spy? But you'd think she'd admit to her own issues if she's so good at finding out other people's.

But no. She can't. And most of them are Matthew. Her poor little boyfriend, still trying to work up the nerve to propose. And she just... can't... bear~ the thought of losing him. Every time one of them goes on assignment, she worries her pretty little head off about whether they'll ever see each other again. I'm surprised she hasn't been too busy fretting to pull a mission off yet.

But sometimes it's just better to let things go~

((OOC: So, um, yes. Leila's Shadow has ended up doing more or less a complete 180 in personality from what I'd originally planned, but this one seems to fit her better.))

[If there was a Mummy fight, there isn't one now. Trish has decided to bail on the rest of the heroes in Egypt; they'll be able to curb the Apocalypse via the plagues of Egypt. Trish, on the other hand is trying to start one of her own - in Fortuna.]

The companion of the Son of Sparda? This is a surprise ...

[She turns to face the acolyte before she decides to fling him across the room. But, when she speaks, it's the same duality as Dante's.]

I'm here to invade you in the name of the King of Hell ♥! Either cooperate or - wait, no, don't cooperate. Bring it. I'm going to bring this island to it's fucking knees.

[A dual tone is easily heard as you can hear the devil hunter speak, his voice sounding completely different from his normal tone. It sounds too dark, too twisted, too sadistic to be the man in red. But this isn't Dante who's talking.]

Heh, I was wondering when I'd get to stretch my legs a little.

Trish, babe- where are you?  Figured we go on a little rampage once you got back. Humanity's in need of a cleanup anyway. What's a few million off the face of the planet? It'd do the damn place some good, maybe even teach them a lesson.

Tch, not like the humans ever learn, anyway. They're all better off dead.

[It's dark.  So dark you start to wonder if someone left the lens cap on. The only thing that indicates that any filming is going on is the muted bubbling of something in the background.  A few moments pass before a young woman dressed in a floor length black dress, black heels, and a black lab coat stumbles into view.  Her hair is the only spot of color in the room; it's tea colored and obscures her eyes.]

Cousin Saguru?  Conan-kun?  Anyone?  Is anyone here?

[She backs away from the camera, only stopping when she collides with a wall.]  I can't let Them find me, They can't see me, They'll hurt me if They do.

[She falls to the floor and curls up into a ball of woe, hiding her face behind her legs] I'm scared.

...Does anyone know what is going on? Why is everyone acting so strangely? Is it another virus?

Oh, I hope there's something I can do to help.

[A little boy wearing rags appears. Half his face is covered in brown burlap. He sits on a city street, surrounded by phantoms. The city is empty, old, decaying - the only point of color in the entire scene is his vivid yellow eyes, which are fixed upon the camera. When he speaks there is an echo of a deeper voice behind his boyish one.]

There are so many people here so many. You could never hide yourself from all of them. hide yourself.

So why try? why?

They say that history history is all that holds us together, but there is there is no such thing as history, you know? no history Nothing that can keep us together...nothing that will make them care...

[The echos become louder, even as the boy's voice dies.]

history is, no history
history there is, no history
history there is, and no history

[Out of nowhere the boy laughs, then is gone, leaving only echos]

Anyone want to try and find me? find me...

[When the picture shudders into focus, Xion is standing there, face blank in a way that at first seems calm but gives a chilling sensation. The entire image stays exactly that way for a few seconds, before it crackles, just a tiny bit, and the video seems to skip.

The person standing there is suddenly Sora.

This continues for a moment, and throughout the rest of the video, even as she speaks, Xion's form is constantly changing -- cycling through herself, Sora, Roxas, Ventus, Kairi and a faceless, hooded doll. It may linger on a certain form depending on who you are, or what Xion herself means to you.

It's quite nauseating to watch the constant switching, but her voice remains the same.]

Who am I.

[Her voice is flat, emotionless.]

"Who am I"? What kind of stupid question is that, huh? Nobody has their own identity, it's all what people want you to be. Everyone's just a thing, a blank slate; like I'd ever be able to be something!

[Finally, something is creeping into her tone, but it's hysterical. She looks straight into the camera.] What are you even seeing right now? Which one is supposed to be me? It confuses the hell out of you, right? How do you think I feel?

[And suddenly, she's crying, face blank, and although her form holds to Xion for a moment, it flickers at the edges, like a bad projection.]

Nothing.

What good is a heart, anyway? Just tell me that.

[Just Reeve. He's still in Junon, sitting up at the top of the abandoned ShinRa base and looking out across the water. In the distance, you can see what looks to be tropical beaches and a small town.]

Late. Always...

Does anyone know if world-hops are working, yet? For that matter, does anyone know what this is?

WRO filter//visible to all Gaians
We need to evacuate. Yuffie, can you take the field? Just like last time. Anyone who wasn't affected, anyone you can find, get them out of the cities. I think -- Cosmo Canyon is our best bet. Contact Nanaki and see how many they can take. I just hope they were spared. Children to Aerith's church. Zack said the fog hadn't spread there.

Those with yellow eyes -- try to incapacitate first.

Private to Tseng//Unhackable
If you could see your way clear to lending us a hand, I'd appreciate it. I think we're going to need all the help we can get.

[Sol's standing in the middle of the field, packing up in the campsite that he and Sin had made - his sword in the dirt near him as he's checking inventory. There's no words, save for some background noise before he pulls Fuuenken out of the dirt. There's no fog, no Shadows, but Sol's eyes have turned gold-

wait, now they're back to their normal sienna color. His voice is low, growling.] I'm not going to let that idiot have the same regrets I did. And I'm sure as hell not going to stand by while Trish...

[It's at this point that he looks to the camera, his expression unreadable, but there's definitely traces of irritation and perhaps a hint of worry as he speaks]

I need to get to where Dante and Trish are. Don't care how, I just need to get there.

(OKAY. BEFORE I FORGET - NO SHADOWS HERE. Sol's eyes just have a tendency of turning gold/yellow when he's either A.) extremely pissed off or B.) He's tapping into his Gear powers.)

[It's hard to recognize the inside of the building in this video; it's empty. Empty of furniture, empty of objects, empty of anything but the young man standing in front of the camera with his hands clasped.

That's Issei, or at least it appears to be. Most everyone would realize that the vivid purple robes he's wearing aren't his usual ones, and anyone would notice that his eyes shouldn't be that shade of gold.]

Is everyone all right? [The worried expression is nothing new.] It's so dangerous out there, in all the fog... What kind of servant would I be if I allowed you to come to harm?

But then, if you don't trust me enough to tell me what's going on, how can I be expected to help you? And you never do. Oh, I hardly blame you - there's nothing in me worthy of the second's notice it would take to let me know how to fix your problems for you. But still, what else am I to do but fail at winning your attention?

[He smiles pleasantly at the camera, and spreads his hands in a sweeping gesture.] So, go ahead! Take what you want from me, strip me bare, send me into certain death. Anything you want, I'll fulfill in the hopes of gaining the slightest hint of your affection.

Tell me, then, what do you want?

I know that there seems to be something wrong with the worldhopping. Still, there must be at least one person who can get to other worlds! I need to go to Simon, and I need to get to him now!

[There's nothing, literally. Abel is sitting on a white chair in the middle of a white room that has a huge window that overlooks the space view of Earth. The fog is thick, wafting all over the spacecraft. Abel looks like he's looking for someone; a computer's voice is talking to him. Abel's hair is now short, his face has a scowl on it and he's wearing a United Nation's Space Army uniform.

He doesn't seem to notice that it's recording, he presses his hand to the glass, looking over the planet. Abel grips the glass, looking angrily towards not only Earth, but the inhabitants of it.]

Lilith, why do you bother with them? Humans, they're all worthless. They sent us there and then they want us to create a new world for them to destroy.

[He gets angry, his fist banging against the glass.]

I hate them all. They create us and then they call us monsters; they made us, shun us and then they betray us. They took you away from me.

[Then, he gets a realization.]

We'll kill them all. The rest of them can have the planet, I'll kill all of the humans.

[The first thing you hear, dear community, is a long string of laughter. It's deranged, it sounds slightly insane, and some people may even find it familiar. When it finally subsides and Allelujah speaks, his voice sounds different - not like a shadow, just.... different.]

Hey, community, guess who's back~! It's been a while since we last saw each other, hasn't it?

Did you all miss me?


((ooc: OKAY HERE'S THE DEAL. Because Hallelujah is basically Alle's shadow only Alle is kind of aware of him, being a split personality and all, the fog on Nill's world has made him come back for the duration of the event. He's still equally sharing the body with Alle just like in the old days, and will basically be trolling Shadows and humans alike for the duration. :> Feel free to mistake him for a shadow - he will troll you more for it. |D))

[And here we see Yoruichi, looking fairly normal. Since, you know, she has golden eyes already, so you wouldn't be able to tell just by those that she's... different. Except she's also wearing an outfit that's atypical for her. She stares at the camera serenely, coldly, the ornaments in her hair waving gently with her head movements. Then she speaks softly.]

What an idiotic waste of time.




((OOC: lolol jumping into shadow plot at last minute :D ))

We're going to rescue Issei-kun right now. It's best if we start with the weaker Shadows first, in order to swell our ranks with more Persona-users, before we tackle the more powerful Shadows. Besides, I promised him...

After that, we'll target Ginzo Nakamori, Aoko-chan, Fuu-san, Lyle, Maraich, and Italy. Those seem to be the weakest ones thus far, and we don't want to exhaust ourselves with too many battles in one day.

Everyone gather at the electronics section of Junes. I'll stop by the Shiroku Store and supply everyone with a small amount of healing items. We need to work out a battle strategy and move out as soon as possible.

[When Caterina is worried, she gets angry. Damn you Abel for making her worry.]

Father Abel Nightroad, report to me immediately!

Geez, what the hell is going on with this place? First everyone's got some radioactive-sounding fog in their places, and now you've gold eyes and whine about how much people suck?

Well then, I've got the perfect song for everyone. Give it a listen. And to those of you trying to sound intimidating, I'd give it up. Really, it's not working.

I don't really have any idea at all what's going on, but no one give up, all right? You're all wonderful people, really! I've enjoyed meeting so many people here, and even the ones I've never spoken to have so many friends they can rely on. So don't give up hope just yet, and feel completely free to let out your worries at me if need be. That's healthy, isn't it? ♥

*The camera cuts in to what appears to be a dark forest, the only illumination coming from the fires spread throughout it. It's not quite clear how much of the haze is smoke instead of fog*

Why do I have to be so weak? 

*The camera finally focuses on a small figure sitting against a tree hugging his knees, his head bowed*

If I wasn't so weak I wouldn't be all alone.

*Now the figure looks up, gold yellow eyes full of tears, but they're also angry*

I don't want to be alone! I want to get stronger, so I won't be so useless anymore! So I can make them pay for what they did!

Then maybe dad will stop wasting his time and come back.

*the figure starts to get up as the feed cuts out*

((Er, yeah. There might be a few adjustments from what I originally planned, because I'm still not quite satisfied but here we go. Have a Shadow Lucas.))

What's wrong with everyone? Everyone's acting strange and you all have yellow eyes...!

To those of you who are panicking about what's happening: Stop. You are accomplishing nothing, and wasting my time and yours. If you want to react, react by learning how to protect yourself so I can take a damn break in between all the rescuing I'm clearly going to have to do, or at least by staying somewhere constant so I won't have to waste time finding you.

To my fellow Shadows: Some of you have established yourselves as potential threats to the neutrals of this community. If I discover that any of you have become more than potential threats, I will destroy you.

Finally, to anyone thinking of going around fighting Shadows: Don't. Just stay out of my way. I don't need your interference.

[Jak is sitting on a throne, a tarnished golden crown on his head. His skin seems a little paler than usual, and when he looks up - yep, there are those yellow eyes.

Sweetly, he says:]

Don't you just hate it when people try to use you? I've just about had it. Everyone wants to use me. [mockingly] The Underground - kill the Baron for us, Jak! Haven City - kill the Metal Heads for us, Jak! The Precursors - stop the Dark Makers for us,  Jak!

[softly] Even my friends. Samos - stop Gol and Maia. Keira - get Daddy back. Daxter - Carry me north so I can be human again. Yeah, we all know how that one turned out. Sending me across the world and throwing me all over time before I could even talk to object!

You know what? I'm through. I'm done saving the world, done being the universe's hatchet man. Someone else can save it this time. I'm in charge now, and no green-skinned old hippy, no pretty-girl mechanic, no tattooed bitch, and especially no bunch of furry little rats is going to tell me what to do

ANY!

MORE!

[He pounds on the arm of the throne and the feed cuts out.]

((OOC: Aaand because Jak was a late entry I don't have any yellow-eyes icons for him, so plz to be pretending.))

[ She's staring straight ahead, in someplace with metal corridors, gun pointed towards a door; feel free to notice that her eyes are yellow, although it actually has nothing to do with Shadows and is for a completely different reason ]

Hey, whoever knows stuff about why everyone's suddenly nutso. Any way to fix them? 'Cause right now the plan is 'shoot if he comes out', and I'm getting bored. Miha-nii, come cover for me in a while, I've been here for hours already.

We're talking about Tieria, by the way, if you haven't been paying attention. Lockon, you're not allowed to do [ a banging noise starts, like someone's hammering on the walls ] guard duty, cause [ BANG ] you'd do something [ BANG ] stupid like try and [ BANG ] let him out-- [ cuts off and shouts ] Knock it off, that's CREEPY!

[The first thing to notice about this dungeon is how bright and green it is.  It's much more welcoming and inviting than some others for certain.  Tropical plants of every sort, even some that are completely unrecognizable to those not familiar with Makai plants, are everywhere.  Sunlight streams through the glass walls and ceiling, defusing into soft sunbeams in places.

The second thing to notice about this dungeon is the mist that seems to hang in the air.  It's clearly not fog, as it isn't yellow; this is pure steam caused by the watering and the heat needed to care for these plants.  It appears almost choking, incredibly humid.  A veritable heat stroke risk if anything ever was.

The third thing to notice about this dungeon is the throne several of the plants have come together to form.  It is lush and green, and appears to be amazingly comfortable.  And seated upon this throne is Kurama, looking quite content in his new environment.  His newly Shadow Gold eyes sparkle with mirth, the amusement only growing as one of the plants reaches a leaf out to lightly bump his chin.  He pets a moment like a owner would his cat before it withdraws.]

Hello, everyone.  I see everyone else has arrived, so forgive me for being late.  I do hope no one is avoiding me?  That would be quite the pity, yes it would. [He raises a hand to idly play with the pendant around his neck, one that should be instantly recognizable to anyone who's seen or knows Kuronue] How are all of you?  I'm doing quite well now that I'm free of him. [He grins viciously] Do you think it was too cruel to take control while he was still awake?  He screamed mightily; I was actually impressed that he held me off this long.

[He smooths down his tunic and adjusts the positioning of the sleeves to show off as much of his upper arms as he can] So, who wishes to play with the Ravager?

Wow, everything's going crazy. Must be Friday. Or any other day of the week.

I suppose half of you are sitting around waiting for someone to come play hero and rescue you. Well, it's not gonna be me, this time. You know what playing hero gets you? Nothing, if you're lucky. Locked up and tortured, if you're not. And for what? Being able to say 'I'm a hero'? Having useless people follow you around like star-struck morons, dragging you down all the time?

Well, you can all go to hell. I'm sick of it. And I'm sick of all of you.

[The video starts in the Tokyo tower, a figure dressed in white is in the top, but as the camera approaches it's clear that , even if it looks like Kaito Kid, it's petite ad nd has more curves than him. less clothes too. She's dressed in white as him, but kid never wore a skirt that short or high heels boots. Aoko turns and] smile suggestively at the camera, golden eyes glinting.]

Hello Community, In need help. Now I have an audience but I'm still all alone.

[Shadow Aoko pouts.] Isn't that a tragedy? A magician without an assistant. Who wants to help me?

[The video clicks on, but it’s hard to tell because the image is so dark it looks mostly black. There’s a sudden sparkle when someone light up a cigarette and Spain’s face is illuminated. He puts down the cigarette and a bottle of whiskey is visible on the table he’s leaning against. The golden yellow eyes glint in the dark, but cold and dispassionate.]

Are you all done with your childish attitude and useless games? [He’s silent for some seconds, pursing his lips in disgust.] But it’s not really your fault, isn’t it? All those liberal ideas contaminating your brains. Just like a childish kid that gets excited over the most trivial thing and needs to be controlled.

[Another pause as he takes one drag of his cigarette, the light changes and the place is revealed to be a library behind him. It’s filled with books about new Capitalism, Socialism, democracy, communism… ]

Discipline. It’s not only a word. Let’s face it, this place was rotten from the beginning, correcting it won’t be easy. [Spain smiles for the first time. It seems unnatural and dangerous.] Don’t thank me for my efforts and my generous heart, I will do it because it’s the proper thing to do.

[He takes one last drag of the cigarette, grabs the whiskey bottle with his right hand and smashes it against the bookshelves, then lazily throws the half-spent cigarette to the books. They catch on fire quickly and he adjusts the collar of his black uniform before he walks away.]

Time to put things in order.

[Art works can be seen behind Krad as the feed starts. Clearly, he's in a museum. Though, it might be noted it's not one in Azumano.

He'd been in Ekoda at the time the fog started.

And there's Krad, sitting in front of the camera. At first, it kind of hard to figure out something is different. Unlike the others, his eyes are usually a shade of yellow. though this time, they're just a bit lighter than normal.

Then there's the fact his hair is done and a bit more ruffled than normal. There's also the fact he has a leather collar around his neck with a cross usually worn in his hair. And really, leather is more of Dark's thing.

The plain shirt is also different since he usually likes to overdress.

Finally, for those who know him, Krad doesn't usually LOOK like a lost little lamb on the verge of crying.]

I should be home...

I should be trying to get Satoshi-sama's attention. Do what I must to be acknowledged.

He's my master. I shouldn't have left him. Just because I have my own body doesn't mean I should ever forget that...

But how...? How do I get it? My actions never seemed to work before, but how else can I do it?

And Hakuba...no, Saguru...he's here..my friend...my first real friend, but I don't know how to approach him anymore...

[The feed flickers on, to reveal Chika leaning close to the camera. His eyes are bright gold, just like half the other people on the community, and he looks pissed off.]

Okay, see these? [He points at his eyes.] These. Are. Normal. I always look like this, and the next person who accuses me of being affected by whatever the hell is going on, I'm going to punch them out! I'm fucking fine, already!

[What should appear on the recording but Feldt, but something is off about her. She looks indifferent, almost bored, as her fingers move at a rapid pace over the keyboard. When she finishes a few seconds later, her eyes flick up to the camera and she leans back in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest, but not enough to cover her cleavage, displayed by the low-cut collar of a shirt that was reminiscent of something Sumeragi might have worn. Her blindingly pink hair is free and flowing down her back with some strands hanging next to her face, now not bothering to hide bitterness mixed with disgust.]

Why do we bother trying to the make the world for so many ungrateful pieces of dirt? When we make our return, they'll only try killing us again to start the cycle anew.

((Hiatus? What hiatus? >_>;;; Also, all replies are video.))

HELLO DRAMADRAMADUCK!

So, lovely weather, isn't it?

Though it'd be nice if it didn't make people CRAZY!

...

I have officially found out far too much about my cousin.

Please tell me this is one of those things that last only twenty four hours?

((OOC: Keiji is pretending to NOT be a shadow, thus he's wearing those yellow tinted glasses to hide his eyes. The 'cousin' s Kiki, the cousin he made up when he was turned into a girl.))

[inaudible muttering is heard, then it slowly grows in volume]

....am I stayin' with dem?

Why am I stayin' here?

Youse all too good for me. What if I slip back to dat power-hungry murderer ever again?

[There's Dani, standing in what looks like a school science classroom. A really, really creepy one too. Though there's more different about her than her eyes and the fact she's wearing a white dress. Her hair is snow white.]

DENY! DENY! DENY! That's all you can do! [The tone is harsh, bitter, angry, as she shouts, pacing in front of the webcam.] You deny your sins! Your pain! Deny it all!

[And then the voice goes soft, scared, and her eyes shifts to black.] I don't want to be scared anymore. I don't want to die. I don't want to be abandoned! I know...I know it's to be expected to deny it...

[And then a harsh tone, white hair again.] BUT YOU DON'T DESERVE IT! You have darkness in your heart! You acted on it! Sure, he fooled you, but you had WANTED to believe it. You wouldn't think about it!

What happened to them is on your hands!

[Then she freezes, body going rigid. Her eyes are wide and for a moment, they shift to blue before they're back to yellow and Dani slumps to her feet.]

Oh...it's not gonna be that easy. You're GONNA accept me. And I'm not letting you have control again until you admit EVERYTHING!

Why am I wasting my time with you all? I depended on no-one but me before, I can be that strong again.

And I don't need friends, they only let you down in the end, just like dad did.


((ooc: sorry for posting again so soon, but this plot is really fun))