[For once Kotetsu looks all kinds of desperate and upset, like staying calm long enough to get through a brief message is a challenge for him right now. As soon as the video starts recording he wastes no time in getting straight to the point, all but yelling over the sound of Samus's weapons firing into a monster somewhere not far off in the background.]

Anyone with healing powers--we need help! My partner's hurt really bad and I can't move him! We don't have much time, so please hurry!

[He rattles off his nearest estimate of their location, and as he turns to double check for any landmarks that might aid in a better description the camera picks up a quick glimpse of Barnaby, indeed looking to be in pretty bad shape, bloody and barely conscious on the ground. With nothing more to say, Kotetsu shuts the video off as abruptly as it began.]

[(OOC note: Responses will be delayed and the video will be ICly deleted about twenty minutes after it's posted because they totally had this covered, guys, really!)]

[ This video post, which provides a lovely view of a horned head, covered by a blindfold, sneering off center from the camera. Fucker doesn’t even know where the recorder is, but he knows he hit something, and there was a voice that told him that it was recording. ]

Such hubris I find myself surrounded by. To think that they could cage someone for their own purposes is hardly what I would expect from those who wish to truly command an army. There is little incentive to be found by swearing fealty, is there not? [ A hiss through his teeth, even though he's not looking at the screen, the sharp impression of teeth is left through the hiss, showing what looks more like fangs. ]

I have heard of such paltry efforts in the past, but even the most banal of buffoons must realize how truly prideful they must be to capture me amongst themselves. If there ever were a force for punishment, I believe they may find that the teeth that nips at their heels belongs to me, and I will not rest until I am returned to my rightful place!

[ And he pauses, letting that settle, before finally: ] And as such, I believe one must introduce himself. Loathe as I am to merely follow instructions, you should know the face of whom you shall follow against our captors, and you shall follow Lord Illidan Stormrage, ruler of the Outlands.

Make no mistake, I will not sit idly by while forced into servitude.

[Roomies, there's a reason the suite is quiet. Lee isn't there punching the stuffing out of his makeshift punching bag made from an old military duffel bag, a chain and sand.

Instead, he's on the network and he's collecting stuff. Lots of stuff. One of them he's managed to drag out and take apart to strip it clean for metals. He's also in what looks like an old garage and he's already starting work on the conversion. Just ask, he'll tell anyone what it's for but good luck getting the location.]

Huh, it seems that I have arrived at the right time. There is nothing like the smell of oil, metal and the sharp acrid odor of pollution in the morning.

Filtered to Margulis and Isaac.

I made coffee this morning. Help yourself, gentlemen. The mugs are above the sink. Spices are best kept away from humidity and are kept in the cabinet above the canned goods. Light tends to degrade cinnamon and I strongly dislike weak cinnamon. I have procured a nice little hidey hole for us to set up shop and possibly a small yet humble base of operation for now just outside our current residence. The generator needs a bit of work.

I'm currently in the process of fulfilling a client order. Worry not, I have every intention to keep the profit gained to secure a better place. Are you in?

[With that, Lee smiles and returns to his normal, slightly goofy self.]

All in all, it's not all that bad.

Oh, London, what have they done to you...?

[ The person on the screen has abnormally pale skin, with an almost reflective quality in the dim light of the room. He's dressed quite fancy, as well, in stark contrast with anyone from Exsilium, perhaps even moreso than most of the other transports. He looks like a crossed between amused, and disappointed; if anyone can properly convey two usually mutually exclusive emotions at the same time, it's him. ]

I've not seen such a lack cheer here in over a century. What a tragedy.

[ A long, overly dramatic sigh goes here. Then he smiles, his eyes flashing yellow for just a brief moment as fangs are bared. ]

They were right to call me, then. Poor, poor mortals. I'd be dearth in my duties as an entertainer to leave them in such a sorry state.

So Vanadi's hosting the big Masquerade Ball later this month, and that got me to thinking...

( Collette starts ticking things off on her fingers. )

There's no age limit, everyone's going to be wearing a mask and in costume, there's no supervision, and one of the most common questions out of new people showing up here is "where's the nearest bar," so it'll also have alcohol. Lots of it.

( Collette leans forward, chin resting on her interlaced hands, elbows on the table. She grins. )

This is so much better than Prom would ever be.

[ Artemis appears to be reclining in his apartment, and when he addresses the communicator he sounds bored. ]

So. What's the deal with elves?

[Looking annoyed and more than a little irritated, Claire’s pacing in her room with her communicator, the video focused on her face from a lower angle.] Usually when you’re drafted to fight a war, it’s at least in the right century.

Look. I need to get back home. I know that everyone's probably saying the same thing. But the entire world was about to change, and I'm needed there. You can't just take people against their will like this. I don't care about your war, I need to be fighting my own.

[A sigh. She lifts the camera for a clearer view of her face.] In the meantime, I guess I should say.. My name is Claire Bennet. And I guess while I'm here I could use a little training.


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