Pow! Powpowpowpow! Pow!

[From the way it sounds and the echo, someone's in the training hold at the moment. And by himself for that matter.]

Let's go, formation alpha!

[And sounding like they're having a pretend fight with... something.]

Justice will prevail at the hands of the Sunscreen Rangers! For tonight, we will dine on seafood!

[The sounds of scuffling can be heard as gunshots are shot off and the sound of a blade is swung through the air.]

Pow, powpowpowpowpow, POW! Sunscreen Ranger! RED!

[And the feed abruptly ends.]

[ Drift winces a smile and waves at the screen awkwardly. ]

Hello. For those of you who are unfamiliar, my name is Drift. I've been fixing up what appears to be an old warehouse or factory, but I've found myself with a surplus of space.

I've been thinking about what to do with it, but I'm coming up with nothing. So... if there was anyone looking for a safe place to stay, I'd be willing to give you a room here.

If anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask.

Thank you.

[ the feed flicks on to show (1) one king and the head of (1) one direwolf looking over his shoulder. the wolf snorts at the device, lips curling to bare sharp white teeth. he was no love for the tablet it seems. ]

Greetings Exsilium, I have a query for you.

[ his words are a touch uncertain. ]

I know it is not queer for men to disappear and then return, it happens often enough to be considered normal on this island. When they disappear they either return with no knowledge of Exsilium or they return changed; older, wiser than they were before.

Has any ever returned unchanged? [ he understands the reason behind his disappearance, though is by no means pleased, yet he feels unchanged and it bothers him. mayhaps it is nothing and he worries for naught, mayhaps. either way it will not hurt to at least ask. ]

[In 304, a nun in an ash stained provincial dress and a half elf from the Times of Yore are crowded around a tablet propped up at the table. By the expressions ranging from serious to annoyed, some sort of argument has just taken place between the two of them.

Rosette is the one to address the network, as if proving a point in the simple asking.]

So! Hypothetically, if someone were going on a mission and needed to blend into the turn of the millennium, average working class crowd... what would you wear?

[Law's comm feed comes on with idle, nervous barking and whining behind it. Law can't be seen, but a scruffy looking dox with shaggy hair could be seen running from place to face, switching from its barking to nervous whining once it reached a certain point. Law could be heard speaking up, though in a droll and distracted voice.]

Go bother Pink-ya.

[The dog approached his voice, barking--before eventually whining and high-tailing it away. Eventually, Law grew tired of this and stood. He glanced towards the dog, who was right besides his communicator. He was shirtless, wearing a hoodie over his hat and shoulders. On his chest, there were rows of heart and vine-themed tattoos leading to his shoulders and back, unseen.

Law's eyes were giving the illusion that they were glowing a bright red. He held his unsheathed sword in his right hand, the blade warped and bending with visible, twisting murderous energy. In the next instant, this illusion came crashing down and Law looked perfectly normal. Suddenly, the dog barked cheerfully and rushed up to Law, licking at the hand that held his sword.

Picking up the comm, Law didn't realize it was on. He began dialing in a line to someone he knew.]

[Private; Audio]

Pink-ya. Take this damn dog somewhere.

I dunno what's been going on, but I know I at least missed a few training sessions, so I'm sorry about that. I had to get away, being cooped up in a room was making me antsy, especially after that whole shadow demon thing.

So I know I don't talk to a lot of people, but what happened since I was gone?

Being out in the woods near the city might be great for the nomad soul, but it is terrible for gossip.

[Private to Billy]

Sorry for disappearing like that, I left you a note, but I'm not sure you actually got it. I didn't want you to worry, but I didn't want to make a network post.

((Feel free to assume Billy did or didn't get Aidan's note, since this is totally a retcon, if you respond to this post.))