[It's a dark, gloomy world and- Ok, even Fuuma can't do stuff like that. The Hunter is currently sitting on a beach next to a bonfire making some kind of map on the sand. It appears like he isn't paying attention to his surroundings...or is he?]

[ The festival brought its own happiness, and so did the day following it: Father's Day. She could do something about it, for one of the people who meant the most to her in Discedo. But then after the...He is lake chum one of Riful (and company's) victims . The two of them spent time at the festival together, but then got separated as he was taken. Posted with permission from Monberaux .]]

[ The feed clicks on with the camera powering on and focusing up toward Nill's face. Someone hasn't been very talkative lately. (Well, in a different meaning of the word.) The winged girl is sitting in... ] ----?! [ The communicator gets tossed up with a jerk as the girl lets out that strange, startled mute cry, turning her head from side to side. Completely dazed and confused. ] .....? ...?

Charles is gone. After what happened in the city before... I was getting worried about him. He hasn't said anything since. But his frequency doesn't work, and the door to his apartment was unlocked...a plant like this either. [ A wet sniffle is picked up over the receiver. She's holding back. ] I don't know what to do, and I need help. ...I don't want them to die now that he's not here anymore.

[ Private to Jackie Estacado; 50% Hackable ] I am going out for a little bit. I'll be coming back home before dark, so please don't worry about me. [ Private to Heine Rammsteiner; 50% Hackable...opted to just sit down on one of the front steps and pulled her legs close to her chest as if she was cold. ] [[ooc OPEN comment log prompt for anyone milling around St. Peter's Church. ♥]]

[ Thump. Through a jacket pocket, the first sound you hear is the sound of the receiver being rammed into a wall, before shuffling around loosely again. Muffled, unsteady footsteps can be heard. Just...has passed out due to smoke inhalation , and so it is highly unlikely that she will be responding to any tags. However, please feel free to use this post for comment logging any rescue attempts.]]

[ Click. At first, the only thing that records over the active frequency is the sound of someone's quiet breathing, as if asleep. This continues for several minutes, until the sound of shifting cloth can...It looks like it will have to wait for now. ] [[ooc For the item rain, I broke my hiatus Nill received a pair of dress shoes , and one of Heine's old bullet hole-ridden jackets (on the mend).]]

Genesis and Father Anderson are gone. They must have left before I got my memories back, so... I didn't know them well enough then to notice. It's sad. I didn't even understand when Mr. Maxwell told...potted plant in front of it. An astilbe white gloria in full bloom. With the sound of light footsteps and distant murmurs in the background, the video recording continues until it finally times out.

[ Click. The recording function activates on its default setting: voice mode. Of course... that's not going to be of much use here. ] ... [ Nill seems a bit discouraged, as the sound of old book pages...for Saber, compliments of Gilgamesh . Nill will be puttering around the kitchen in Mariner High School for a few hours, and then going home in case you wanted to get your mistletoe action on.]]

[ The communicator hits the floor with an audible clatter. Landing face up, the camera switches on with some some tracking interference, before it finally reveals a shot of Nill from the side. She's...the full extent of her memories. This includes the ones that were created during the time she was still suffering from her amnesia. Special thanks guess to Chocobo for making this post possible. ♥]]