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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[bursting]

[ 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.]