kinslayer: (Whatever)
The warehouse is once again well stocked. Speak to Lelouch-san if you need the inventory, he has the program.

Once again I found several crates of girl scout cookies. Ginia-san, I recall you like thin mints, I left a few boxes at the bar. The cookies available to anyone else who wants them are at the warehouse.

Konan-san, if you would humor me with your company, I will be heading for the wilderness soon. Tobi is capable of watching the house.

Unohana-san, I will see you on Friday.
Kakashi-san, we are still scheduled for this weekend, are we not?

Leader-sama, I trust you found Konan-san. When you two are ready, I have her room prepared.
[Vaguely irritated sounding]

Vincent-san, please take care of the cats.
kinslayer: (Deathglare)

[Itachi is sitting in the window, Shadow asleep in his lap. His shirt is mostly buttoned, but the red of a very ugly fresh scar is just visible above his collar, the extent of the wound completely hidden. Both his arms rest in his lap, one concealed by the cat, the other absently tapping the PCD. The late evening sun illuminates half his face, highlighting red eyes. His expression is empty, but something about the play of light and shadows makes him look almost demonic.]

Apparently these events simply aren't entertaining enough for people. The spirits are slacking if others are going to such lengths to keep busy.

Speaking of which, I wonder what new entertainment they have in line for us tonight?

[He touches something on the screen and the feed cuts out as a filter is applied.]

[Private to Ed, Al, Sasuke // Unhackable] )

((OOC: As a side note, crossover! I play Setsuna (Gundam) and Itachi (Crow) in ES, feel free to poke me if you would like to log with either of them. I'll probably be poking a number of you for the same thing in the next day or so.))
[The PCD has fallen and begun recording.]

"--You monster." [It's a woman's voice, shrill and angry and scared.] "How could you do this?"

"The clan's existence is an eyesore, Mother." [It's Itachi's voice but much younger, maybe very early teens, and it's flat and cold.]

"Don't call me that you murderer!" [The woman yells and there's the sounds of steel clashing followed by the woman's scream.] "FUGAKU!"

"... Mi... ko... to."
[A man's voice, gurgling sickly.] ".... Run...."

[The woman yells incoherently and there's another clash of steel and a sick, organic noise and the woman's last choked words.] "...Monster."

"You are not...my... son..."
[The man is dying, it's obvious in the sound of his voice.]

"Itachi!"
[Voices from several direrctions, angry and shocked.] "You'll pay for this!"

"Then come at me." [The child Itachi's voice is completely devoid of emotion, uncaring. The sounds of another clash are cut off when the PCD is picked up and switched off.]

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