6th Update [Voice]

[totally_blue]

[If you're wander around the hospital by now, there's a chaos happening in there, yelling the body is 'missing'. However, that's not the communicator takes the place. Somewhere quiet, probably around alleyway or the streets, you'll be listening a sound of panting like someone had been chased.

The next thing is, anyone who fond with this singer's voice, probably makes you wonder there's more mysteries to solve other than the 'Dark Hour' itself.]

...Please tell me. I'm still dreaming, right? I'm supposed to be in heaven or hell by now. I-I need someone to confirm this.

I really mean it... right now.

[Dead man is awake, and he's certainly confused.]

Dear Die-Ary #1 - Johnny C. - Voice/Action

[becomes-cold.livejournal.com]

[The following message comes over the communicator shortly after the Dark Hour. The man's voice is harsh and quick, near the point of yammering, and it alternates between being incredibly quiet and being incredibly loud as he talks.]

It's slipping out oh Jesus fucking Christ it is slipping out. I didn't know I didn't mean to I fed it I fucking fed it do you hear me? I was keeping it away! I was keeping it inside! I didn't know it'd get out! Not after all the time-not after all I gave it! But the cracks had formed and they grew too wide and it slipped out I'm sorry I'm sorry I do horrible shit but oh fuck not this.

And it's like I thought it was. It's in the shadows. It's in the shadows and it is the shadows and it looks at you through the shadows. And it tried to kill me but I killed it! I KILLED IT!

I.....killed it?

I did. Something came out of me....something came out of me and I killed it what kind of fucking sense does that make? Of all the goddamn fucked up logic I've seen what fucking sense does that make? I mean I'm not new to killing things but what the hell was that? What is this?

If this is what hell is like it's worse than I thought.

[And he'll stop talking at that point.

If you're trying to wonder home after the Dark Hour tonight, feel free to find a very thin, undernourished looking man slinking around town. He wobbles occasionally, sometimes having to lean against a building to steady himself.

Go bug him?]

ITP: Idealistic Fool [Voice]

[fatestayhome.livejournal.com]

...good, looks like its working properly.

[A teenager's voice seems to speak out from your phone.]

Right, first thing's first, does anyone know exactly where I am right now?

[Judging from the tone, the person seems to be quite concerned with his current situation, which can be deduced from his very urgent tone.]

Or for a matter of fact, how did I even get here? Was there a kidnapping or something?

☨ First strike [Video]

[white-knightin.livejournal.com]

[Gawain somehow manged to turn on the phone, and was now staring in to the video feed]

It seems like I am not with my master, or with in the realm of the moon cell, or even back in my own time. [He gives a small smile]

I am Sir Gawain, knight of the round table, I will be in your debt if you can inform me of what has happened to me, and why I have been summon. [His tone of voice is quite calm for someone who just randomly showed up. But you have to be ready for anything when you're a knight of King Arthur's standard.]

[Video]

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

[At least this person seems to know what he's doing: he doesn't look at all surprised when the device clicks on and starts recording, merely annoyed and more than a bit worried.]

This is a ridiculous situation. It isn't possible for someone to wake up on another continent for no reason. For one thing, who would bother to kidnap a monk? Not even a monk, but a monk in training?

On the chance that this isn't an extraordinarily vivid dream, I'd like to ask for some explanation of what on earth is going on here. I would appreciate it. The only other apparent option would be to beat my head against the wall until the concussion knocks me out and I wake up at home again, but that doesn't appeal as much.

Ritual of Detestation 3: The Trumpet sounds Part 1 video, part 2 action

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ Garviel stares out at you through the videophones, his expression grim. ]

My friends and comrades. Given the recent deaths... and even more mysterious, resurrections in our midst, I propose that we all meet at 22 Harbor Street. It is a warehouse, and provides us with enough room to discuss the matters at hand. Matter the first: One of us was murdered and returned from the dead. Matter the second: Organization. While we have people who patrol with one another, and champions who fight for all of us, we are not organized. In the end, this will spell our doom. Just meet me at 8 in the evening tomorrow, so we can discuss battle-tactics, and a way to actually take the offensive against these shadows which plague us.

Action, 22 Harbor Street. ]
[ Inside a rather burned-out looking warehouse, that might once have been a place where freight was stored and shipped. The warehouse is lit only by a few guttering flashlights scavenged from somewhere, Garviel sits at the end of a long table, in a heavy wood chair. He has a hand and a half sword reversed in his hands, point down between his legs, a clear sign that this is a war coucil, though, as always, his clothing is simple, and unwarlike, the whole effect somewhat strange because of that. ]

⚔ 003; [video]

[croibhristeoir]

[A; video; late morning of 8/15]
[Lancer adjusted his glasses after turning on the camera, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms--one of which seems to have bandages wrapped around it.]

I suppose I don't need to call our attention to the more dangerous individuals filtering into the city lately. Some of whom I imagine can surely hear this right now, not that I believe it matters. If that is the case: you will not be allowed to carry on as you have been doing.

To the rest of you, I offer self-defense lessons if you've arrived here with little or no combat skill to speak of. I can train anyone willing in hand-to-hand combat or use of a lance, though if you use another weapon I'm confident we can come up with something.

[B; action; afternoon]

[Ryuunosuke was taken care of--Lancer had been sure that was the end of it, but hearing from Garviel that one person had already returned from the dead had been something of a shock. So how long would it be until Caster's Master resurrected, if he did at all? And what would happen then?]

[He needed to discuss this with someone he trusted, and it was for that reason he sought out Saber. Hopefully he'd catch her at the end of her shift.]