[The feed comes on to a scream and the running of bare feet before the room goes quiet. A moment later, there's a rather distressed cry from a bird.]

NO! Thor stop! You're going to ruin it all! Please don't...! You love this realm please don't destroy it... Don't let it fall into ruin like this.

[The boy whimpers, smacking into a wall as he tries to get away from something he was seeing. He curled up where he had hit the wall and slid down, the device falling from his pocket.]

Loki. Stop. It's a trick. I used to do this to people all the time. Calm down.

Make it go away Ikol. I don't want to see it anymore.

[A soft click and the feed cuts off.]

[ Shisui had always wondered what it would be like to carry out an actual conversation with 'the other side'. Sure he's spoken twice to Libitana, but she doesn't count. Not really, no.

And so, to test out his theory and try and carry out a conversation with people on the other side, he has drawn up a Kokkuri board, which is basically the Japanese version of the Ouija board. Holding it up in front of the PDA, he grins, one arm still in some sort of makeshift sling, still recovering from getting shot all over. ]

So who wants to come with me to the graveyard and play with this?

[when the video starts, it catches Dainn outside, hiding in the shade. he's staring at his arms. to a normal person they look fine, although one might wonder why he's chosen to wear long-sleeves and a cloak in this weather.

to Dainn, however, the sleeves are torn and the skin underneath is burnt black and peeling. his whole body is burning and he can feel it - not the agony he expected it to be but a sizzle, like a reminder.

Dainn isn't aware that the video is on and it catches him speaking. unlike when he's spoken before, he sounds strange. almost like he's scared...]

I don't understand. I'm in the shadows...I should be...I shouldn't be burning like--

[the Immortal looks up sharply and stares into the distance. no...that can't be...]

Durathror...? You...?

[The video begins with Kiriko examining a portion of the Apartment wall on the outside. He touches it gently, and then pulls his hand away. Nothing happens, but what he sees causes him to cry out in panic. He turns to the screen gravely.]

...The building's falling apart!

[In fact, to him, the whole city has turned almost to dust.]

Everyone! Listen! We need to evacuate, right now-

[At that moment, Mayuzumi Lin comes out the main door, and does nothing but sigh and look into the sky. What a miserable windy day.

But to Kiriko, something about her is enough to frighten him terribly. He stares at her and covers his mouth, trying to suppress a startled scream. He backs away slowly, and then bolts from the apartments until a very confused Lin is no longer in view.

Once a safe distance away, he inspects his hands, his arms, feels his face. He sighs in relief, but then addresses the PDA.]

What...

What has Libitina done to you all...?!

[When the feed comes on, there's a bird talon over most of the view before a hand swatted the bird away. Free of a bird foot, the view showed that Loki was on the floor in the apartment "library" on a pile of grasses with a sheet tossed over them and a pillow on one end of it. Any personal things the boy had picked up already were scattered around the bed as well.]

Ikol, it says here that I am Odin's blood-brother! Was this always the myth here in Midgard? Why would they think such a thing?

[The book comes in focus when the boy shifts, showing it to be a Russian tome with art on the cover of a man riding an eight-legged horse. The magpie, Ikol, landed on Loki's knees and seemed to answer the boy, though anything it happened to say was unintelligible on the feed.]

Why do the mortals think such things? Hela is most certainly not my daughter. Stop that you blasted pest. I no longer wish to hear your snark!

[Loki used the book to swat at his bird, sending the creature off his knee and it flew into the communicator, ending the feed.]

[ The feed is flickery and static-y in places, and whatever you see is just some sort of cloth over it, with just the corner uncovered, and blurry outlines of a man shuffling along a wall and slumping against it like it was just a little hard to get up and walk. Whatever you hear is muffled. The room doesn't look like it belongs to the apartments-- which would make sense, because it actually belongs to a dilapidated house in one of the old neighborhoods. ]

Nggh...

[ You could see just his leg for now in the uncovered part of that feed. It's a Konoha shinobi standard uniform sandal. Fingers attempt to take out a bullet lodged somewhere in that leg, though it doesn't do much except earn a hiss from Shisui and a fresh stream of blood trickles out.

Frustrated, he punches the floor beside him, letting the wound bleed. ]

Turn off... the feed... I know... you're watching...

[ The words are muffled, and his voice hoarse, coming out in almost a whisper.

It's been more than twenty four hours since the enemy retreated, but he hasn't returned to base yet. ]

Hm.

After the attack, I hope everyone is recovering well. It seems were safe now. From attack at least.

[He's totally done a quick scout out with clones-- but he's not going to mention that so publicly. The fact that he's posting about it-- and about this is enough. At least for him.]

[Filtered from Sasuke.]

It's Sasuke's birthday today.

I was thinking of something simple. I realise food needs to be rationed now.

[But this is sort of important to him.]

This evening, if you're interested. I thought we could meet in the kitchen. It's a surprise, of course. I'll invite Sasuke up later.

[Private to Sasuke.]

Would you like to train this morning?