Hanna F. Cross

Okay. So.

The harpies have started nesting in the City. Naturally, this is a very, very bad thing...not only are they coming from beyond the broken barrier, but now they're actively living here...


We need to get the barrier back up. The deities are...being themselves, and they won't help. So we have to do it ourselves. Once we get the barrier back up, we won't have harpies swarming in here from outside, which means we'll have a set population to deal with.

God, I hope they don't have babies.

PLUS, the sooner we get the barrier back up, fewer people will try to escape. Now, don't get me wrong, I know we all want to leave, but...well, I've heard rumors that leaving now is...really, really bad. Like, murder bad.

...I don't know if there's been any planning or organization to put the barrier back up...but if there is, I want in. If not...well, then we need to do that. I think we can do it through magic, but...well, the spell that I know is really, REALLY tough, and either requires a lot of people or a really strong magic user. Preferably both.

But that's one idea. We need more to work with.

[It's late, well into the nighttime, when Hanna drops his communicator in the sands of the beach, accidentally turning it on.

Hanna is sitting by the ocean, sort of staring up at the moon for a bit, not really noticing that the tide is coming in a little bit, getting his feet and pants wet.]

Man, the beach is pretty...I know Jose hates the water, but I bet he'd still love this...


[After sitting and staring up in the sky for a while, Hanna pulls something out of his pocket and begins to work. He's brought paper with him, and is folding some paper cranes.]

Okay...I know I wanted to make a thousand for a wish...but I think that some of them can mean a little more than that.

[After folding 2 cranes, he stops for a second, getting out his marker and writing something on both of them. A closer view shows that they're names: 'Watanuki' and 'Doumeki'.]

One for every person I've ever been friends with here in the City...so even if they've gone, I won't forget them.

[Hanna smiles a bit more, but it seems sad...but of course, he keeps on working, folding cranes and writing names on them, starting with the friends that have already left the City before moving on to friends still here...

He only stops once, to wipe at his eyes and let out a watery laugh. No matter what he may say, the curses from over the weekend are still hurting him deeply.

But he'll never admit it. And after a small crying break, he resumes his folding and writing, making no move to leave the beach any time soon, no matter how dark or late it gets.]