[his voice is quiet, his tone still, but despite this, the anger is quite obvious by the way his words tremble slightly. He takes a deep, slightly shuddering breath before he speaks]

I assume that most of you have seen the new information that's come to light. I'm not sure when this started, or exactly why this started, but one thing is inescapably clear: this all needs to stop. All of this. The experiments, the disappearances, the arrests. All of it. And we need to stop it ourselves. I'm sure some of you already know what I'm going to suggest, and some of you might already be ready to suggest it yourselves. Maybe some of you did, before I got here.

We need to stand together. We need to be strong enough and brave enough to weather the storm that's ahead of us. The longer we stand idle, the longer this goes on, and the more people get hurt - and I, for one, am not willing to let this slide. We have to gather together, and I think you all know exactly what I'm talking about.

Oh, I'm angry. I've never done that before, not as this me. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do now, or what's going to happen. [a shaky laugh emerges]

Anyway, who's with me? We can have meetings and get into group hugs and everything. [despite the lightness of his words, it's clear he's deadly serious about gathering an army, even though he - barely - refrains from saying it]
02 November 2011 @ 02:41 pm
Just how many of you lot have been having nightmares lately? It seems pretty weird that some of you are having them at the same time. All I can give you is this advice: hold onto your courage, no matter what. Don't lose yourself to the fear. Just hang on and do your best! I know that's not much, but you'd be amazed at what a little determination can do. Take it from me! I'm a dream, myself. [giggle] Courage always vanquishes nightmares where I come from.

Anyway, I'm tired of the scenery, so I think I'm going to investigate a little. Speaking of - hey, Emizel! How about that fresh air I mentioned earlier? Want to get some with me?

Oh, and Mayor? Bite me! ♥
22 October 2011 @ 12:52 am
It smells like darkness. It can't be hers.But this. This has to be hers. Tainted by shadow.

It won't come off no matter how many times I wash it. No matter how many times I hide it away. I can bury it six feet in the ground and I can still feel it burning my nostrils. [the sound of hands being rubbed against a bristly face again and again]

Who? Who is doing this? Why? Why? [now a softer, plushier fur is brushed against the communicator]

Did she leave this on purpose? I hope.

[ooc: The Master has come to find Yorda's stuffed bear as seen in the picture here.]