[The video flicks on, revealing a light blue visor that was currently taking up most of the screen's display. Something that lasted for about, oh, two seconds before the feed was flicking on and off a couple of times. Almost like the user was making sure he had the right button and was, in fact, broadcasting to... whomever else was able to receive this.]

... [Tap, tap of his finger directly on the screen, before the stranger would finally pull away to a reasonable distance. Revealing both the upper part of his armor, and the city around him.] This working?

Good. [An inhale, bracing himself.] I need information.

Has there been any other soldiers here with armor like mine? Tend to call themselves Helljumpers, Freelancer or Spartans. Last ones are usually big. [Lifting his hand way above his head to emphasis this, before casually letting it fall back down.] Also would appreciate any further advice or information about this place.

Thank you. [And with that, the transmission cuts off.]

Can I just say that being an adult is pretty awesome? Because let's face it, puberty? Not fun the first time, a hell of a lot less fun the second time around. Or maybe that's just the left over aches from the sped up growing pains talking.

Anyway, normal request here among the sea of crazy that has been the last few days. No offense to most of you-some of you probably deserve being mocked and laughed at-but I'm thinking most of us could use a shred of the mundane and average for just a little bit.

I'm looking for a library and a junk yard, not necessarily in that order. Being grounded is not sitting well with my delicate sensibilities right now and the sooner that gets fixed, the happier I'm gonna be.

[ The camera pans onto a bored-looking, surly-sounding demon, arms crossed, grinding his teeth, disdain thick in his voice. He stands in the center of a summoning circle, its runes growing on and off, an eerie pulse. ] You defeated my Lord, yet you summon the Kyn, Septim? [ He looks around and below him, laughing maniacally. ] A ward? For me? I see you're no longer the simpering child who fancies himself a master of the arcan—

Enough! [ Not present in the recording, it is Martin's shout that silences the Dremora. ] I would've rather thrown myself at Dagon once more than summon the likes of you, daedra. [ His tone is full of regret, and self-loathing. ] But if I am to keep others safe, then I must know...

Ah, desperation, I should've known. Even then, that was the only reason why you called me. [ The Dremora smirks arrogantly, teeth rows of viciously sharp fangs. ] I see it in your eyes: you're afraid. Pathetic. Instead of embracing your nature, you gave up your life for these mortals, and you continue to live among them. Weak, doomed to death and failure and loss...

[ And then the Dremora stops, tracing the sharp edges of his sword with his fingertips, then continues in the same haughty, amused tone. ] You can't stop it. To be dragonborn is a curse and a blessing. And you, once possessed by the Dragon himself, it will be so much worse for you.

You will burn the flesh off your enemies, you will rend their bones with your jaws. And you will delight in it, for that is the nature of the Dragon's Children.

The Dragon wakes, Septim. You know this.

I pity any in your path.

[ With a final laugh of malicious glee, the Dremora disappears in a shower of purple sparks. And the transmission ends. ]

OOC: All answers will be VOICE or TEXT for most responses.

[HOLD EVERYTHING

STOP THE PRESSES

ERIDAN HAS SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO ANNOUNCE]

For those of you unawware of troll culture, wwell, lets face it that's almost all of you. In fact the only ones wwho can appreciate this fully are...twwo of you I guess, since the third one knowws wwhat this is about already, but I'm in a generous mood. I'll explain.

First off I'd like to say that to those of you wwho label me an undesirable troll, I say ha.

Also fuck you.

For you see I just got myself a kismesis. An' before you bastards ask, yes he agreed to it. I'll fuckin' provve it if I havve to.

To those a you not in the knoww, this makes us troll boyfriends, only there's more hate goin' on. Kinda like havvin' a deadly an' vviolent rivvalry but wwith makin' out invvolvved.

[Oh and he grins here.]

An' he's not half-bad at that, if I say so myself.

That's all. You can go back to your livves noww.

[Yep. Make of it what you will initiative, this here is one desperate motherfucker.]

[ There's a woman, tattooed from head to toe, and wearing barely anything but a few creatively strapped white bandages for a shirt, and she seems to be meandering aimlessly about the Initiative Hold complex, looking up and around rather than at the screen. ]

Normally when I show up in a new place and people start trying to throw weapons at me I'm fucking thrilled. But I've got a group of delinquents-to-be I need to go back to teaching how to blow shit up and kick Reaper ass. [ She pauses to chew at the inside of a cheek thoughtfully before turning her full attention to the screen. ]

So if you don't mind, and if it's all the same to you guys and the representative from the Stepford galaxy over here [ a thumb jerked to the woman in purple and black robes and stiffly designed hair that picked her up from the glowy platform ], I'm just gonna take my fancy head-splitter [ a shotgun is waved haphazardly in the view of the camera ] and fuck right off.

[ A silent moment passes before she deadpans with an edge of lazy threat: ]

And by that I do, in fact, mean: point me to the exit before I start cracking skulls.

Thanks.