invisible_ai: (a new kind of existence -- red box)
[The visuals are dark, with the sound of an fabric shuffling. It's as if it followed the beat of a pair of walking footsteps.]

[Clatter. Suddenly, the communicator is dropped onto the ground carelessly. The screen fills with a snowy static before adjusting. It must have fallen out of a pocket, given the sounds and darkness before. Panned aimlessly upward, it looks like the area is just and outside of the Horton apartment building's entrance. Slowly, the camera pans, and focuses in on one image in particular.]

[In the darkness of the early morning night, Ai has her back turned to the communicator. The color of her robe and her hair, now untied and flowing past her shoulders, can easily be recognized by those who have seen her in person. She is silent, and carrying the unconscious figure of Sai in her arms. His head and feet dangle just beyond her arm's reach, but it doesn't look like she is having much of a struggle with carrying him.]

[In an even pace, she walks forward into the shadows of the night, leaving behind a now mysteriously vacant apartment. The one that she and Sai once called their home...]

[[ooc Ai and Sai are going on a little break to collect ideas and prepare for the phantom thief's newest entry into Discedo. If anyone tries to follow them, like Ai warned, they will be killed by a gunshot or a knife wound. Old habits die hard. Meanwhile, if anyone goes to check out their old apartment, it will now be mysteriously empty of everything that wasn't there before being moved into it. Oh, and this entry won't be responded to but comments are welcome. Dropped communicator is dropped.]]
invisible_ai: (no turning back now -- thoughtful)
[The sound of a large piece of fabric-perhaps a blanket or a sheet-flapping into the air transmits, before carefully being tucked around something.]

...

People are the same. Holy, poor, or otherwise there's no real difference...
Nothing more than one's own blind faith. Hiding weakness and showing false strength, fearing one's neighbors.

In the end, we're all human. There's no real difference. Race, mankind, government... North and south, and east and west, black and white and red and blue, everyone's the same.

In the end, humans with limitations.
If we can't fly through the sky, there's no reason to not die. So humans, no matter what we do, are all the same.

...And so I just calmly perform the duty in front of me, and continue to turn my eyes away from this mournful world that knows its limitations. In despair that there are no other possibilities.

[A long pause follows.]

Private to John Summers; Unhackable )

...

Soon, I will take my leave from this place. I shall not be alone.
But I will give this warning only once, and it would do you all well to mark my words carefully...

If any of you try to follow me, or him... I will kill you. Friends and enemies are barely discernible to me now, and none of you know what I am really capable of...

Do not test me. You will only put your own lives at risk.
invisible_ai: (if we can't fly through the sky -- relax)
It stopped. The string of murders was brought to an end before it could reach a proper conclusion.

Neuro Nougami. Is that why you couldn't devour it?

Even with that in place, I am almost certain that you had the potential to bring everything to a proper end. There would have been no need for these senseless arguements until a consensus was finally reached.
I am aware of the power that you possess, even if I am not able to fully understand it. I have the data. If not in my hands then at least in my memory. I trust that. Because it has become vitally important in terms of my existence.

That you have become quiet now can only mean that, like the others, this city has removed you. The balance is changing again.

For his sake, I hope that we may be able to meet again someday. Because in order for the existence of Kaitou X to ever be fully understood, your existence may needs to be understood just as thoroughly.

Hm. It's beginning again.

To have a choice in what you are able to remember of your past pains, losses and love. It is something to be grateful for, even if your hearts and minds may disagree.
Not everyone is able to have that kind of freedom. Not everyone is able to have a choice in what they are able to recall of themselves. It would do you all well to awaken to that feeling.

Filtered to all established Doctors and Medical Personell; Unhackable )

Private to Sai; Unhackable )
invisible_ai: (Default)
[Sometime during the night, heavy static picks up on the communications network. For the ones closer to the Horton Lane Apartments, the static is more interfering-regardless of whether the communicator happens to be on or turned off-, accompanied by an unmistakable presence in the air. For the ones more sensitive to spirits, the presence brings feelings of loss and confusion.

A few minutes pass, and then a disembodied voice can be heard, intermingled with the static.
]

M i s s i n g

Body... heart... blood...

Gone.

Disappeared.

NO

It's more.

[The following line is said very, very fast. Also seeming repetitive, echoed into each other.]
MuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMuchMORE.

...

W h o i s I m i n a ?

[The static continues for a few minutes more, before the transmission finally cuts out completely.]

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