I have heard say that those who die in this tower are resurrected after a time.

Is there anyone who has either witnessed or experienced this phenomenon firsthand that wishes to speak of it?

[Short, sweet, and written in the true fashion of a grammar nazi to the point. The message is not filtered or locked in any way -- he's pretty obviously looking for a yes or no before anything else.]

Ah, Young Master, what have you gotten yourself into this time? [A tall, dark and handsome man appears on the feed, readjusting a pristine white glove. He doesn't look particularly concerned with his change in circumstance, though he does have some pressing business to see to.]

Must we play a game of hide and seek? [A dangerous smirk follows those words.] I do not wish to expend much energy in - [He takes notice of the device recording his every word. Scooping it up, he presses his free hand against his chest. A humble smile replaces the smirk.]

Please forgive me. My name is Sebastian Michaelis and I am the manservant of one Earl Ciel Phantomhive. If my Master has come to harm, I will have no choice but to come to his aid. [His crimson-hued eyes glow faintly.] Young Master? Can you hear me?

[It's worth a try. Sebastian runs a finger over the device, familiarizing himself with the make of it.]

I desire information on this new location. I am not familiar with it. [Which is...odd.] Thank you for your time. [He gives his audience a charming smile and shuts off the feed.]

I haven't seen Germany today. We were supposed to meet and go to the cafeteria earlier today, but he didn't show up.

I was only a little bit late. Has anybody seen him? He's never usually late, and gets angry if anybody else is...

[So tower, you're now being treated to bursts of Merrill and Fenris arguing-- it's staticky, of course, but they are definitely arguing! Over what? Well, how to use text.]

--"technology." No doubt their name for blood--[Static.]--tell you again if I must, it--[More static.]--watching to be certain no demons emerge from the glass.

I don't think--[Static.] magic, Fenris. There doesn't--[Static.]--magical about this. If a demon--[Static.]--fight it like we--[Static.]--do.

[Eventually the arguing dies out and words begin to appear on the screen instead of a voice file playing all of their bickering.]

hello/
oh, i got it to work fenris1 ;)
i'm not sure how to get these symbols to work, though. ;(
the words look a little odd without them there properly.
anyway... i thought i should ask.
has anyone else recieved a note saying something about a group/
i have one that says i am supposed to be in group c.

[well, at least he's managed to work out computers. Now it's time for a public service announcement. A very short, aggressive one.]

This claim that our worlds are gone: it is false. Were my country and its people destroyed, the Will of Heaven would not have allowed me to live. Why is such a lie propagated to all, when it is the cause of so much grief and suffering?

[Milagro's on screen, in uniform, trying to look as cool as she can. Only there are cuts all over her face, some just scratches, others digging deep into the skin. It hurts like hell to smile, but she manages anyway. They go down her neck too, but her uniform covers the rest of her body, so how cut up she is under that is a mystery. Only the area around her eyes has been spared, kudos to her mask, which is for now off.]

The floor with nothing on it. Don't fly off of it. It's stupid.

[And then with no more about that, she moves onto the next thing]


My name's Milagro Reyes. Seeing as I have no idea what sector this is, and no other green lanterns are responding to my call, I'll be serving as the Green Lantern for this place until we get the hell out of here. I speak English, Spanish, and I can whip up a translator with my ring if I have to.

I'm here to be your friend. And bust us all out of here. Let me know if you need anything.

Oh, and some information would be cool too. Jumping straight into things didn't work out so hot.

[More images of tattooed hands, the same as in his last post. He's still working on that "positioning himself in focus" thing.]

I've no desire to use this technology any more than I have to. It's only more magic by another name. But I have a question, and it needs to be asked.

[He finally moves himself properly into focus, leaning over the terminal.]

I've seen complaints about victims of the tower who share their names, but this is different. Has the tower been known to alter memories? If one man remembers one path of events, and his friend another, could that be the doing of the demons and mages who control this place?

I cannot be the only one so afflicted. Tell me. Does this place change a person before they even arrive?

[Link didn't think information like an entire world being destroyed was something people should inform you on a piece of paper, but they had and Link didn't know how to act. Princess Zelda, Princess Midna, Ordon- had he really failed everyone? Had it been his fault? Hadn't he just saved Hyrule? He was broken, upset, and angry.

At some point he had dumped something heavy on the communication desk but hadn't stuck around. For a guy who lived in a tree, he didn't know technology. At the moment he was sitting down, back to the door, letter on the floor beside him, blue eyes gazing up at what appeared to be the light on the ceiling. It was so bright, he had never seen fire burn this way. It couldn't be fire. It's as bright as the sun but I'm indoors. Maybe it's magic.

He was definitely curious, there was no doubt he'd soon be climbing up something in order to reach it but for now, his body felt like lead. Not even the glowing screen recording him did much to catch his attention.]

Princess Zelda. [There has to be a way to fix this. There's still hope, right? He could really use some guidance right about now.]

Ignore. ♥