You know, if I'm going to be taken from my world, I'd like to be asked first. [She sighs, running a hand through her hair.] Guess there's nothing that can be done about it, though! I'll just have to try to live with it~

With that out of the way--what's up, everyone? I have a couple questions for you guys. [A small grin.] Any of you into fashion? The more alternative in style, the better. I definitely wouldn't mind talking to you!

Second... do any of you have experience with magic of an elemental sort? I'd rather not get into specifics on here, but I'd really not mind talking to those who do. Eh, either way. I bet you guys are just an assortment of fun people~! [Laughs.]

[There's moment of darkness before the feed begins with Luke sitting in front of the screen. For those of you who know him, his appearance looks exactly as it did the day he died. Eyes tired, a streak of grey in his hair and the scar on his face is slightly red.]

So, this is how I get to redeem myself? [His eyes flash up to the screen. He's talking to someone that isn't the people of the network.]

My name is Luke Castellan. [He doesn't look too phased by this. Like this sort of thing is just typical day for him.] If anyone has any information that I might not have gotten from the lovely welcoming committee, then please fill me in.

What I do know is that I'm here to fight for this place, right? At least that's what I got out of it. [Luke's eyes wonder off screen again. It's only a few seconds later that he leans in and cuts off the feed.]

[The feed flickers to life: a hand appears, hesitantly withdrawing from the keyboard to reveal a handsome man in his early twenties, looking more *at* the laptop than *into* it. His hair is shaggy, long and dark, his face youthful; but there is something more to the expression in his eyes, something old, ancient even. He seems weary.]

This is… unusual. Magic, is it? [He pushes his fingers through his hair and mutters, to himself more than anyone who might be listening.] Beyond my ken, any road. Not so unusual, that.

[His head drops forward as he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes before glancing up again.] Gods, the silence. Is there nothing alive anywhere here? I feel so… ah, bloody hell.

[He clears his throat and speaks a little louder.] Forgive me – I am Robin of Loxley. [An odd expression flickers in his gaze for a moment - doubt? Loss? He shakes his head.] Robin, anyway. If anyone can hear me - where might I find something to eat?