Critiques are really important to me, seeing as I will always have room to improve. I haven't played a Canon character for a really long time, so if I'm shaky, you guys can help me be the best Hanna I can be!

Comments, questions, suggestions, and the like go here. Screening is on, anon is on, and IP logging is off.

I'm always up for concrit. You know the rules though. Be kind, be constructive, be courteous.

[Hanna seems to have been up all night thinking about something. Though, who can blame him? Its kind of hard to sleep when fire is literally raining outside and the world as he knows it is being destroyed. But, he knows there is something to be done about it. Something already has been done, but now its his turn to give back. Protect the people he loves. Even if that involves a little sacrifice.

He doesn't look well though, and it's mostly because of how much he's been thinking about dying, but he'll put that aside right now. After he's done getting the important shit out he can go puke his guts up.]

I took a peek at one of those things yesterday, with a woman named Willow. We couldn't really see it clearly, but it had some buddies with it. And I think that maybe if we get a big enough force together, I can try and seal some of its powers so it'll be easier to take down.

The um....reason I'm addressing you guys is because I can't do this alone. I need some back up because I know this is dangerous, and for once I don't want to run in guns blazing. So...if maybe we could organize an attack force, we can bring this thing down before anyone else is added to the list of casualties.

[Even if he knows he's going to be added to that list...if he can protect just a few more people, he'd be happy.]

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[Hanna seems to be sitting at the kitchen table of the Greek house, staring at his fingers. There are dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't really been sleeping, which really, he hadn't. He has two things sitting on the table in front of him, a dusty paper crane, and the broken half of a red tiara. His hands seem both incapable of letting go of either objects.]

I...Let me start with...um. This. I found this in a house I helped repair. I don't remember it. But I redid the roof. And I...

[He falters a moment, fingers curling very tightly around the broken headpiece.]

This woman, she...Mireille was her name. She seemed to be very kind to me and even if I didn't want to admit it then, just watching conversations between the two of us. I...I loved her. Me. In love. It just...But s-she's gone now. And this. This crane is one of many.

[He shakily lets go of the tiara to hold the little crane with both his hands.]

I started them with Humphry back home. But here, at Adstring, I finished them with my b-best friend. We made wishes. They were very important ones...to heal broken hearts, you know? Fix us because we thought we were broken. And...I am so sorry that I had forgotten. I still don't remember. I watched these old videos...conversations and at first it felt wrong, watching myself talk, but I know its me. The me that people here remember, and I find myself wanting to be him.

So...I'm going to try. There are so many more videos and conversations that I might have lost. That I can't find...if you know of some, something important to you...share them with me? I want to know who I was, so I can get back to being him again.

[He barely manages a smile to the camera before staring at the objects in his hands again before finally the feed cuts out.]

[The feed starts out with just voice, one that some people might find familiar. He sounds a little panicked, but not for the same reasons as most who enter Adstringendum all of a sudden.]

Woah, watch out he's got a-!

[Silence. Then the video clicks on to show a small, curly-haired ginger with square glasses. And now the confusion rolls in.]

Kirk? ...Toni? Where...the fuck?

[Hanna seems to be in the bathroom of the Greek house, and something is on fire. Its controlled, in the sink so it'd be easy to clean up, but he seems to be adding to the pile. if you look closely, the paper base of it is made of cranes. The last few that he owned actually folded by someone in particular. He doesn't seem too upset though, leaning against the wall and watching it burn before a orange button up goes into the burning pile. It takes a minute, but that catches too alone with a handwritten letter. And with that, the last evidence of Galahad being in Adstringendum, having survived the first fire that Riku had made, was gone. He does watch it burn though, with some interest before glancing down.

Daniel is at his leg, ears behind his back and pressing his nose against his ankle.]

Fuckin' dog, you're nose is cold.

[Pushing him away, he throws a damp towel on the now near ashes before grabbing the PCD and walking away.]

[Hanna seems to be doing fine this week, even if he has a giant scar on his chest that he has no idea where it came from. Plus a bunch of odd tattoo's. Huh. Well, thats totally bad ass right? Anyways, he seems to be in the process of wrapping something, or at least, almost done. Even if it is a really shoddy job of it. But, he looks up at the camera with a big smile, seemingly very happy about something.]

Hey, so I dunno if you guys knew, but its a certain someones birthday today and that certain someones name is Mireille Duroc! So, if you know her, or even if you don't, you should tell her how pretty, and wonderful and nice she is and wish her a happy birthday.

Also, um, I don't know what's going on, this week is kind of weird, but I'd still like to do some weapons practice if you guys still remember how to do all that. That'd be cool.

[He's assuming people might be a little forgetful since he has no idea how those tattoo things work, even if he remembers using them in Adstring before. He even tried this morning, but apparently without an understanding of them, they're useless.]

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[Hanna is sitting in a chair in the clinic, though on camera he doesn't show who he's sitting next to, just in case Bubbles happens upon this. He looks awful, as if he hasn't slept since who ever was in the bed next to him got there, which is probably true. He has a few things sitting around him, possibly to entertain him, a little deck of cards and a book, but he doesn't looked like he has touched either of them much. Instead he's staring at the camera, looking a little more serious than he's been in a while.]

So I think I've come to the conclusion that I need some kind of training for a weapon, yanno? Its dangerous here, and my runes are well, a little inconvenient to use sometimes. There are always things I have to worry about...and that doesn't help me protect anyone when I've got to worry about what could go wrong.

[He knows that some people might laugh at him for this. He doesn't really look the type to protect people, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to. So, he sets his face a little more seriously, determined.]

So, if anyone is willing...I'd like to learn.

Hey guys, um, I was just wondering if any of you had anything you could share with me about Galahad? I mean, looking at all these videos...it feels strange, seeing as I remember none of it. Its like its not me talking with him, but someone else...

[It also is making him miss the guy like a burning. That is his best friend after all.]

And then there are those gaps that I don't know about, stuff that didn't happen on the network. What am I missing? Or, what kind of relationship did you guys have with him? I'm sure he had a lot of friends...he's a really nice guy..but I dunno.

I'd also like to hear about people who are gone, just if you wanted to tell me about them? Who left before I could meet them and what else has happened in the past that I never got to see? It's just...interesting.

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[Hanna seems to have been up for a while, though he really doesn't look good. He's a little more pale than usual and his hair is kind of a mess. Sitting up and leaning against the arm of the couch he's been laid on, he's staring at his lap, seemingly deep in thought with the slight lace of pain here and there. His scars had been reopened, and while it had mostly closed up sometime between death and life, it still hurt. And, when he finally does speak, he doesn't really look at the camera and his voice is soft.]

You know? I always hoped death would be a quick thing, but here its kind of like a really bad joke. You experience it, all that pain and the emotional stress that comes along with it, and then you wake up again, still holding that, just waiting for it to happen again. Though the stupid thing is, I don't even remember most of it...

[He stares at his hands a little longer before glancing up at the camera, giving a weak little smile.]

Anyways, what day is it? I kind of...lost track of time. Everyone else okay? Did I miss anything?