notsogrimreaper: (Ryoji Mochizuki: the night sky)
Ryoji Mochizuki / 'Mushi' ([personal profile] notsogrimreaper) wrote in [community profile] animus_network2013-03-24 01:33 pm

[video] Fourth Remembrance

[Ryoji switches the feed on with a small smile. He has cheered up significantly after talking to a few people and making a few friends (or at least, people he thinks are friends). He still is nervous about what he has to say, but he tries not to let that show.]

Hi everyone. It's a little late, so I don't know if anyone is still around, but I couldn't wait any longer. So many things have happened lately... which is probably why I haven't had a chance to talk to you all, but...

[He swallows, then takes on a more serious tone. He's determined to help people, though he doesn't know that he's actually doing more harm than good.]

I was in a group of people who went down the elevator again earlier this month. We were looking for a control room and an exit from the tower. It was dangerous, and... most of us didn't make it out alive.

[He feels guilty, not because he was killed, but because others on that team did. He finds a lot of them strange and he isn't sure whether he can trust everyone, but he still blames himself for not being a better leader.

He shakes his head and continues on.]


The point is, I have information. If anyone wants to know anything, just ask.

[He doesn't have any idea that he received this information through working with a group led by the one man who likely caused the most trouble in the tower this month. He may need a bit of enlightening about that.]
acceptedoblivion: (huh ♥ for you-)

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[personal profile] acceptedoblivion 2013-03-24 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, how naive...]

you can't sense it, can you
the darkness in them


[There's a pause before-]

it isn't just them you need to worry about

the admins can see this

they'd use it, too
acceptedoblivion: (disgust ♥ I know how this ends)

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[personal profile] acceptedoblivion 2013-03-25 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rep stares at the screen briefly, waiting for a brief moment as the text seems to stop in midsentence. Had he pressed enter prematurely, or-?

...

The sudden shift in darkness a couple floors above was telling that it was not the case. Nearly swearing under his breath, he stepped away from the terminal after closing the text session.]


Idiot.

[...All that was left to do was to disappear into the dark and leave a note. Like hell was he going to join them so soon.]