invisible_ai: (by your side - sai and ai)
[A light snowy static crackles over the communicator, the video function activating. It focuses on the figure of a woman wearing a dark-colored jacket and having short, magenta-colored hair who is currently trying to wake someone sleeping on a bed by pressing on one of their shoulders. The location is not clear, but it looks like an ordinary room, if not in the usual state of disrepair for a typical apartment in Discedo.]

"-ake up... Wake up, Sai."

[A grunt can be heard from the figure sleeping in the bed before one of his hands twitches along with the fingers connected to the hand. Those eyes begin to flutter open.] ".... Ai?" [It's a boy, with dark colored hair and crimson eyes. But he is wearing a familiar white shirt that appears a few sizes too large for his own body.]

"It's getting late. I wouldn't want you to sleep through another meal than you have to... Have you been experiencing any pain or symptoms of illness since that day?"

"No.... No, I haven't. But once more.... Everything is zero."

"Yes. That part of you has not changed... You will have to begin again."

[Sighs.] "Were... We close to learning of my identity with the last identity?"

"No. You were reluctant to continue your search. There were many dangers pressed upon us. Neuro returned, and authorities drove us into hiding..."

"Did I become weak? It shouldn't have mattered as I could eat them."

"... It is not my place to say."

"I see.... Go and fix me something to eat, I am hungry."

"As you wish."

[OOC] Cut for length, but more underneath! )

[The transmission cuts out.]
invisible_ai: (! -- surprised/shocked)
[The transmission begins with a moment of silence. Nothing else can be heard but the sound of a Patient clambering in the hallway of St. Andrew's Hospital.]

...

[Suddenly, Ai gives a terrified gasp as she wakes up, as if she was just jolted out of sleep by a terrible nightmare.]

[Her heart races, and her breath pants. It takes a few seconds for her to calm down, but she is finally able to. There is a loud swallow and a sniffle.]

... W-where am I? The... hospital? I see. Then I really did...

[There is a pause, followed by a rustle of fabric.]

It's gone. I must have lost it in the struggle. ...This won't be easy. But I've done it before without his help. I can do it again.

[More clearly.] Can anyone inform me of the current situation? As I was asleep, was anyone able to apprehend the culprit? If not, I will make him pay.

Once I am able to return to where I belong, I will be free to explain what had happened to the best of my ability. Only I am not able to do as much of that now. I have a few worries of my own to contend with here and my memory is not... as clear as it should be.

[A door slams open, and the sound of running footsteps follow. There is a growl in the distance, but it soon turns into a howl of pain after the sounds of an apparent struggle ends. Then the transmission suddenly cuts out from static interference.]

[[ooc Backdated until between 12:00-12:30 AM tomorrow morning in order to obey the 24-hour revival rules. Please make a note of it! I'm posting this now to give myself a fair chance of being able to think with a clearer head than I might be able to later. (And yes, I got overeager too. Be quiet.)]]
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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