{Animus}

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[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]

twist and turn

leaf on the wind

notsoaring.stuck

IN A WEB OF YOUR OWN MAKING~

Comments

[saucey]

[Yup. Totally thinks all of you get weirder and weirder.]

[umbrellapirate.livejournal.com]

Oh? But I'd much prefer to be the wind rather than the leaf. Wouldn't you?

Clueless in Adstring! Coming to a theater near you.

[snappedking.livejournal.com]

... Uhm, what? Who is this?

[LITTLE WEIRDED OUT]

[tophsmash.livejournal.com]

Great, you guys again.

[willdateforyen.livejournal.com]

Question.

Could the animus microwave a dinner so hot, that even they could not eat it?

[sanninlegacy.livejournal.com]

Oi! So yer the goddamn Animus, eh?

[endureandwait.livejournal.com]

[Winry just. Stares. What?]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

The moment you things show your faces, you're dead.

[al_truism]

What this time?

[scarysnakelady]

Awww, I missed you guys.

Now go away.

[divine-dork.livejournal.com]

Ah. The Animus, I presume?

[kunaitotheface.livejournal.com]

[What the hell.]

[immortalservant.livejournal.com]

Great, a rain of spiders now?

[blau-rakete.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't like the sound of that...]

[last-was-hope.livejournal.com]

Oh no. No no no no no no no NO. You can't!

[Video]

[ladysummonr.livejournal.com]

Oh, whoopsies! Guess it's not text.

So... who are you guys, anyway?

[voice]

[laistijanan.livejournal.com]

[TRYING SO HARD NOT TO BE CREEPED OUT HERE]

... Who is this?