first strike.

[bursting]

[ There's a brief fumbling of the feed before a dark-haired, dark-eyed, dark-skinned face comes into view, countenance stoic and lips pursed thin. When he speaks, his tone is low, stern, and straight to the point, almost cuttingly so. It seems this person doesn't have much patience for beating around the bush. ]

This message is intended for members of the Initiative. I am currently seeking information regarding an organization known as "Celestial Being". If any of you have details regarding their current whereabouts, please contact me immediately.

...in addition, if you've happened to see [ hesitating ] sparkles of some kind in the sky, or anything else out of the ordinary, let me know. Thank you.

[ Yeah, that totally wasn't conspicuous at all. Going to be shutting that feed down now and definitely not muttering tersely in the process. ]

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[Kazu's acknowledgement of the apology is just as awkward, but at least he doesn't seem to have taken offense.]

S'okay—you're kinda having a bad day. And uh, I'm guessing they can't with the tech they've got right now. They don't even get to pick who they want, man. Everyone's grabbed at random.

[He hesitates then, unsure how well the next bit of info will be taken—but surely it's better than feeling useless.]

...Think they'll let you pick something else to fight with, though.

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[ Bad day was an understatement, honestly, and the more Kazu elaborates, the sicker Setsuna feels. Ordinarily he'd just cut the feed and stew on his own (he has no obligations to this person), but he'll linger, if only to answer that last statement. ]

I have my gun. My blades. I can fight with them.

But my Gundam is... everything.

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[There's the sound of more awkward silence and fidgeting. Twice he tries to offer some sort of reassurance, but the words sound trite in his head and knot on his tongue. Eventually, he offers the least he's able:]

...Only been here a month so I dunno the whole city yet, but I can get in most places and I'm pretty fast. If you can tell me what this Gundam's like, I'll help look.

Just in case.

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[ They really were going above and beyond, weren't they? His spirit lifts some, but it's not enough to pull him out of the gloomy mood that's set in. His weary voice reflects as much. ]

It has great wings on its back. Like an angel. A mask, like a man's face. It's painted in white and blue. If you talk, it can hear you. Its name is 00... 00 Raiser.

And it belongs... no, we belong to each other.

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[...That didn't sound too disturbing. Kazu's not about to judge, though! Who knows with the types they get around here.

He looks out across the city, trying to map a route while also piecing Setsuna's description into a rough mental image. It... turns out approximate at best and uh, pretty funny-looking. Some kind of giant doll that kicks ass? Setsuna also said it's made of metal, so he supposes it could be a robot—a remote-controlled one, maybe? Is that what this guy meant with his talk of signals and hijacking?]

Guess I'll know when I see it... Last thing, how big's big?

[So he doesn't waste time looking where it wouldn't even fit.]