; will you be ready?

;015 [voice]

sheathed — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 19:44:10 GMT

My, my.

An interesting twist of fate.

A change that reflects the self . . . perhaps

for some.

((the only change for kusuri-uri is that his eyes now resemble a cat's -- yellow, with slitted pupils. you know. just to make him look EVEN WEIRDER than usual ;P))

;014 [voice]

sheathed — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 23:35:28 GMT

[there are a few moments of static]

Hou?...
"Get. Out. Of. My. Town."

The ground shakes.

Drag the waters and secrets appear. They cannot be buried forever. Truth finds ways to make itself known.

Ah. [a pause; at this time a loud growl can be heard] A visitor.

[there's a lion-like roar, accompanied by some soft jingling, and the transmission ends]

;013 [voice]

sheathed — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 04:01:32 GMT

Oh, dear.

An angry mob . . . it seems.

How unfortunate.

[a pause]

Perhaps it was inevitable.

;012 [voice]

sheathed — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 05:23:00 GMT

Clearer, clearer, ....clearer still. I have regained control...mostly.

To see has been simple. To See . . . It has been a while.

However, there is little to be seen . . .

[a pause]

Hou?...

Hm.

;011 [voice]

sheathed — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 04:42:18 GMT

[the sound of heavy, slightly raspy breathing can be heard for a few moments]

S-such a feeling...

[another moment of heavy breathing]

It will pass. The haze will soon clear.

[there's a sharp intake of breath, and the transmission cuts off]

((take a wild guess at who got his chip out. :P))

;010 [voice]

sheathed — Wed, 28 May 2008 04:52:01 GMT

Plans have been set in motion -- or soon will be.

A dream that is not a dream . . .

[a pause]

Perhaps it has become necessity.

[locked to Nozomi Weaver]
I would like to discuss your offer of long ago... To remove this inhibiter.
[/locked]

;009 [voice]

sheathed — Sun, 25 May 2008 07:32:37 GMT

Hou?...

An interesting development.

;008 [voice]

sheathed — Sun, 18 May 2008 06:13:05 GMT

[there's a long, staticy pause, followed by the sound of far-away talking, as if the communicator is a few feet away; it's obvious that the post is unintentional]

Barking such orders. Barking, however, only is done by dogs. [there's some rustling; a clink clink noise of something small and metallic]

The Truth remains hidden. [a pause]

. . . Or perhaps there is no Truth to be found. [there's a pause, followed by some more clinking, and a soft exhale] You cannot say, of course. I wish to hear again.

[after a while there is a sound that resembles a soft laugh] Such chaos. I wonder what event will befall us next.

;007 [voice]

sheathed — Mon, 12 May 2008 21:39:04 GMT

An unusual twist. For the moment I seem to be . . . barred from my residence. Understandable, however . . .

~~Were it not raining, this would be acceptable.~~

((strikes hackable, but a little difficult))

;006 [voice]

sheathed — Sat, 10 May 2008 07:59:29 GMT

[for a while, only the sound of slow but erratic breathing can be heard]

Nothing.

. . . There was nothing.

[there's a sharp intake of breath, and then static]

((got himself hurt at the city outskirts :o))

;005 [voice]

sheathed — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 02:37:40 GMT

Many . . . appear to have fallen ill.

Being a merchant, I am well-stocked with fever reducers and other such remedies...if anyone seeks them.

Two days. One may wonder how long this rain is to last.

[Locked//Somewhat hackable]
Such importance is placed on names here. It is not strange, but never have I been so pressed to give one. That is the oddness...

In distance and in inhabitants, this place is far from Japan. Or . . . the Japan I know.

To accept a name is to wear it as your own. Perhaps I have simply become used to going nameless. I have learned much already in being here, however... Perhaps I have, recently, come to accept too many things. This place is not the least of them.

((orz another ooc note. sorry. BUT. whenever he introduces himself as kusuri-uri he's basically saying "medicine seller" in japanese. so if any of your characters speak japanese and happen to notice that, feel free to say so.))

;004 [voice]

sheathed — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 01:51:45 GMT

[for a while only background noise can be heard: the shouts and protests of mudfighters, the occasional slap and sploosh of mud being flung and landing everywhere, the sound of raindrops on a laquered parasol]

Rain.

The ground was dry. Parched. I wonder . . . how much it can swallow,

before it floods.

However...this has been amusing to watch.

((he's been occasionally watching the mudfight from under his brightly-colored umbrella, and if anyone's tried throwing it at him he has inexplicably zoomed out of the way or just mysteriously not been hit at all. feel free to comment on the oddness of that and stuff ♥))

;003 [voice]

sheathed — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 22:44:24 GMT

Never,

Never,

Never,

Never.

. . .

Hm.

((ooc:...oh come on you knew it would happen eventually. oh and i forgot to mention, when the medicine seller makes long paragraph breaks it means there's a pause - i got tired of writing it out every time, so it'll be noted every time it's, uh. extra-~~creepy~~ dramatic))

;002 [voice]

sheathed — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 13:57:54 GMT

Chips.

Splinters. Foreign bodies introduce bacteria. Mononoke. Ayakashi. Oni. Obakemono. There are many creatures that humans fear...but none so much as humans themselves. Yet.

An unusual sound this morning.
Something...it appears...wishes to be heard.

Regaining whatever powers I might have had...may soon become necessary.

Aa, but I have neglected to introduce myself.

I am but a merchant. A medicine seller. Yoroshiku. I hope my wares can be of some use...to the doctors here. Hero-san, I have taken residence in one of the lower rooms...of the La-ti-mir apartments.

An interesting place...thus far.

[Locked]
I was not bested in intellect...but rather overpowered. Disappointing.

An intriguing assortment of people. I have been called many things. "Nice"...a curious choice.

;001 [voice]

sheathed — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 04:05:52 GMT

[there are a few moments of staticy silence]

A method of communication... I assume. [pause] "Use this." A game, then. Very well.

To state the obvious is mundane... [another pause] However. This place is unfamiliar to me. Not the work of a mononoke. The scales say nothing. I feel nothing.

[another pause; this one's a little longer, and coupled with a very low "hmm" noise that might almost be a chuckle]

Admittedly, it is intriguing... to be trumped.

I look forward to uncovering the Truth of this. For now, however...a name for this place will suffice.