[identity profile] pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com
[The video switches on to show a plate of still-warm brownies. They look thick and soft, baked to the perfect point. The brownies move after a moment and the camera focuses on Soubi who, as it now can be seen, has been holding them. He smiles.]

Ritsuka, where are you? I have a gift for you and Yuiko-chan.
[identity profile] photogenickitty.livejournal.com
[Not recognizing his room in the morning wasn't all that new to him. After the accident it took a little time for the new memories to properly connect every morning. It had only been about two weeks since he lost all his memories, so at first he didn't panic. He sat quietly in the bed waiting for either the new memories to connect or for Seimei to come into great him and remind him of what he was forgetting.]

Wait... this... isn't my room. [After a few unsettling moments of his mind not being able to place the setting, Ritsuka starts to worry. He finally realizes that this isn't just not his room... this isn't even his house!] Seimei? Seimei!

[Ritsuka tries to call for his brother, but when Seimei never comes, his panic turns into fear. The room starts to feel dangerous and constricting, so the child doesn't hesitate to leave. Luckily he seems to have fallen asleep fully clothed so he makes his escape quickly. Once outside he felt less claustrophobic, but still very lost. Nothing looks even a little familiar. After the amnesia, not recognizing his home wasn't uncommon, but in the last two weeks he never remembered seeing and cobble stone streets in the neighborhood.]

Where am I...? [He says to himself in a trembling voice and takes a seat on a nearby bench, tucking his knees under his chin and trying to be as small and unnoticeable as possible. He wasn't sure what to do next, usually he'd just wait for Seimei to come and take care of him, but what if Seimei couldn't find him? Tears of frustration sting his eyes but he doesn't let them fall. Crying never solved anything and it was only going to make this problem worse. He just needed to think.]

Don't cry, stupid. That's not going to help...


((ooc: Take from age ten, two weeks after loosing all his memories in his canon. Sorry if it's confusing. u.u))
[identity profile] dualhounds.livejournal.com
--ease don't hurt me, k-kupo! [The communicator has clattered to the ground it seems, giving anyone watching a front-row seat to the scene unfolding. A silver-haired man in all black towers over the moogle, looking down on it with a disgusted expression.] Then YOU took me away from Mother and my brothers!

N-No, kupo! It was the--

Don't lie! [Frustrated, confused, and on the verge of tears, Loz grabs the moogle by its pom-pom and starts shaking it.] Tell me where you're hiding them!

K-KUPOOO-O-O! I k-know nothi-i-ing!

You told me you had answers! I don't like this GAME!

[And Loz proceeds to fling the moogle down the street. Luckily, one can hear a loud 'BOFF!' in the background, implying something broke the moogle's fall. It's well enough to panic and start running, but Loz doesn't like that either.] HEY! I'm not done! [With that, the last thing the feed sees is the bottom of Loz's boot accidentally landing on top of it.]
[identity profile] pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com
[The video shows Soubi against a nondescript white background, probably the wall of a room somewhere. He is, as usual, looking very well put-together for someone doing what he is about to do. His long hair falls around his shoulders in nonchalant elegance; his tight turtleneck shirt completely hides the bandages he wears around his neck. His long, lean torso ends in low-slung, tight jeans. When he speaks, his tone is so businesslike that he might as well be advertizing an old piece of furniture he has for sale.]

If anyone on this network is willing to trade money or certain supplies, please contact me. I’m willing to barter the use of my body or skills for a time to get them. I can guarantee that the trade will not be a waste.

[And with that, the feed turns off. Yes, Soubi has decided that he needs to earn some money for himself and Ritsuka. And he's doing it the best way that comes to mind.]
[identity profile] pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com
[The camera turns on to show a man in his early twenties with long, blond hair, glasses, and a concerned expression. He stares intently at the screen for a moment to be sure that the camera is on before he starts speaking in a deep, soft voice.]

Ritsuka, are you here? Are you injured? Call to me and I'll find you.

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