Quick word of advice: be careful! No, I mean it. I don't want to hear any of that tough guy [her voice drops an octave as she imitates some gruff bravado] 'I've got it covered' or something silly like 'You're overreacting!' [she snickers] Better safe than sorry, ladies and gents.

Oh! But that's not what I wanted to take care of here. I thought it'd be about time I took care of this so... [A soft mew comes from somewhere offscreen and Saya laughs. Then standing up from the couch and when she sits back down, she has this cutie in her lap.] Say hi!

[Saya seems to be amused as she gently takes one of the kitten's paws in hand and waves towards the camera of the SFC.]

Motz, Vatheon. Vatheon, meet [INHALE] Matthew Obi Train Zen. Or Motz for short! Don't let the names fool you, she's much better behaved than any of them.

[Sticking her tongue out playfully- obviously directed at the aforementioned dudes. Snickering a bit, she seems quite content.]

So if you drop by the apartment, don't be surprised to see her. Or maybe come by with the intention of seeing her- she's a good girl, promise! Though I'm not about to say no to any help taking care of her, either. Shirayuki's got my back, but I've never had a pet before... [A thoughtful pause and tilt of her head, was there anything else...]

Hm, I guess I should wrap this up now. [Sobering up a bit, she smiles again.] Everyone, make sure you take care. I could name a few people that I'm especially concerned about, but... you know who you are. Call me if any problems arise. See you all later.

[a salute and the feed ends with a click!]

[OOC: For redcloakedthief countrybeloved ninjaservant sweepered, feel free to tag in with action! But know that when you do, Saya and Shirayuki will tag you back seperately. o/]

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As of 1/9/2011....

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JAN GET OUT OF MY CR. TRAIN'S BEEN HERE FOR TWO WEEKS AND HE'S FIFTH?!

[FILTERED FROM sweepered. UNHACKABLE. GET OUT OF HERE-]

Merry Christmas Eve! Stay all warm and snuggly in your homes!

[She waves and seems to have almost completely recovered from her little stint the other day. But she'd really rather not mention it. Instead, feel free to notice that she's got a bag with her.]

Aaaand don't come to mine. I'm moving! Don't look for me. I'll be fine. If you need me, call Matthew - if he doesn't mind taking my messages - and I'll get it one way or another. Lastly, if you see a certain brooding male with brown hair and these very noticeable gold eyes, don't tell him a thing about me. Also, there's a Roman Numeral 13 tattoo on him if you need more identification. Say that my name on the SFC is a malfunction and that I left a while ago. I'll explain later!

[A grin and then she presses a button, expecting to hang up. In her haste, she manages to miss it and instead of just privately calling Matthew, everyone manages to hear the next part. The notes of happiness leave her voice and she seems tired for a bit.]

Hey Matthew, we need to talk. [A pause before she starts laughing.] Oh, don't think I'm breaking up with you, though. I left some of my stuff at your place, right?

[... oh. Just realizing that everyone's hearing this. Even more laughter.]

Inside joke, inside joke! Ignore that and remember: don't tell Train a thing!

[ FORWARD-DATED TO THE EVENING OF THE 23RD. (As tags will be slow for a while after.) ]

[There's a click as the feed starts and Saya hums a bit. She looks a bit tired but there's nothing about her demeanor that specifically tells that she's been haunted for the last couple days.]

The eve of Christmas Eve, guys! I figure most of us are pushing back our holiday plans considering everything that's happening, but I've found the most reliable mailman, so I hope some of you get your presents! Is everyone managing with your ghosts, though? I had one of my own but I haven't seen him lately. Then again, he always had that habit with disappearing. But if you ever need a place to crash or someone to talk to, you know where to go~

[She grins cheekily. Though suddenly her expression is confused.

What was that chill?

Will you continue to destroy others, witch?

The air is electrified. Everything is tense. Every fiber of her being on edge. Him. That voice. That insult. Only he would- Only her murderer would.

The broadcast is left forgotten as she whips around in her chair, her back to the SFC now as it lay on the table, entirely neglected. Because all at once, she's forgotten. Forgotten the curse, forgotten the ghosts, forgotten everything. Only remembering that she is facing the man who took her life.

Nevermind that this voice is only in her head.]

H-Hey.... I-I liked Train better. Why are you here? I don't want to- to....

[--to die again.

Her voice shakes, much as her frame does now. All the worldly experience that she exudes in her posture and confidence has been stripped from her now, just as she feels that the world has been yanked from underneath her.

Train Train Train. You don't even deserve to say his name, witch! He's not here to save you now. And truly, I will not fail to cut out your heart-

She leaps to her feet and knocks the SFC off the table in her haste. It clicks off. There will be no audience as she loses her mind.]

You know... this actually isn't that bad! I mean, in comparison to what could be happening this time of year? I'm a little irritated that I can't seem to change, but that's only because it's a little chilly.

[Yes, Saya's pacing around her apartment, all dressed up. .... not that you can see most of the top portion. See this guy here? See that cloak?

She pulls it off way better than he does. :D Many thanks, Billy.]

No one's afraid of ghosts around here ri-- Aaahh!

[A surprised squeal that was attempted to be contained. She cuts off the feed quite abruptly-

... she tripped.]

[Video clicks on and... Saya looks tired. Really, really tired. She yawns before she makes her point.]

If I had to pick a type of criminal to have a vendetta against, it would be thieves.

[A tired sigh.] If anyone finds Ragna, would you mind retrieving my gun from him? I'm not entirely defenseless without it, but it's... something that I want back. And I hate to be a bother but...

[She glances behind her and you can catch a glimpse of a very... empty doorway. The door's been broken down. She managed to prop it up next to it though.]

I think I need a new place to stay... Or a repairman. I'll take one or the other.

[The video clicks on to a very familiar apartment. Yet it seems that the person who turned on the SFC on accident is rather disoriented. As she fumbles with it, the video becomes clear. Saya's apartment, the living room area to be exact. The SFC is set on the table and it catches just a glimpse of an odd sight. Why the hell is Matthew laying on top of Saya on her couch? She's not quite sure either.

And so she can't refuse reflexes, emitting a sound most likened to a squeak and then roughly kicking him off of her. As he falls on the floor with an 'Ow', she wakes up a bit and tilts her head down to look at him. Her hand is removed from the SFC but the camera still manages to catch the rest of the conversation.]

Oh. So I got last and first hit. I'm satisfied.

[Then he lurches to his feet--or tries to. Instead, he ends up slumping to the floor again, wincing.] That isn't fair.

Sure it is. You gave me an opening both times. You need to work on your hand-to-hand combat skills. [She stretches and attempts to sit up as well but fails, flopping back onto the couch.]

[He huffs, propping his chin on his hand.] Catching me by surprise doesn't mean I have to work on my hand-to-hand combat. [He notices something that she doesn't and grins.] Hey Saya, toss me your SFC?

[She complies, carelessly tossing it to him and the camera is jostled as she does so.] Don't go throwing it at an enemy like you did with yours. [a pause] ... we'll probably have to go looking for it now.

[He catches it.] It was a better use for the thing at the time. [He pauses, glancing into it and tilting his head.] Oh, so it is recording. Hello, Vatheon. Looks like the theory is true.

[She sputters incoherently off-camera. There's some ruffling as she slips off the couch and reaches for it.] H-Hey! Hand that over! This isn't how I wanted to make my return!

[He laughs at her.] Well, it's too late for that. Anyway, I'm using it. [He sticks his tongue out at her.]

[There's some grumbling and she has no qualms invading personal space in order to get it back at this point. Attempts to snatch the SFC are go, but she tries to get a message across at the same time.] Ignore this guy, you can discuss the more serious matters with him later. For now- [a moment of hesitation] Well, I'm back. Or maybe we're back, I should say. Sorry if you worried, let's talk later!

[He gives a cheeky grin and cuts off the feed with a click!]

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