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[beyourarmy]

[First all to be seen is an angry blond with two feathered wings protruding out his back over a ripped shirt. He steps in the fountain, shouts things at the sky, turns to leave, then stops, staring right at the screen.]

Huh? What's this thing? [Camera angle tilts.] Looks like a camera. With a keyboard. Maybe a very small computer. But maybe a video camera, too, 'cause I'm on the screen, and it says it's recording. [Keeps examining it.]

Uh. Whatever. I don't have time for this. [Angle changes as he's about to put it down, then he suddenly stops and quickly it's pulled back to this face.]

Wait! Does this pick up sound? Can you hear me? God, you asshole?! Sara? Kurai? Lucifer? Uriel? Michael? ANYONE? What the hell is going on out there? I came in to find God and he's not here? [An arm flings out in irritation to gesture at his surroundings.]

Where are you? You hiding from me? Turning coward NOW, after everything?

We have something to settle, and I need to take Sara back and return the world the way it was. So get out here and stop playing these illusion games!

[He's quiet then and stares at the device while pushing at buttons on the screen, but it just goes to voice.]

Crap. Still says it's recording something. How do I shut this thing off....[Either he finally figures it out, or it turns off by itself.]



[ooc: For those by the fountain feel free to greet him in person.]

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[worldofourown]

Sadly, you won't find Him here...

[beyourarmy]

I don't know. That might be a good thing....

[worldofourown]

A 'good thing', hm?

Clever boy. You're on the right path already...

[beyourarmy]

[...who is this guy?]

Not according to some people I know.

Who're you?

[worldofourown]

These people have no idea of what they speak...

[A faint smirk.]

Well, well. ~Aren't we inquisitive? I'm merely a harmless spectator.

[Who is drugged. And crazy. And so not harmless. But thankfully locked in a cell :|]

[beyourarmy]

Well...not many people would say I'm clever after what I said about God. So that makes me interested in you.

[Well, Setsuna's used to pushing his luck with not so harmless people.]

I wanna know why you would say that? Are you an angel, too?

[worldofourown]

Poor boy. Stifled by years of close-mindedness and censure.

[He chuckles.].

Oh, I'm no angel. Far from it. Simply a man of the world.

[A very messed-up one.]

And? Who might you be...?

[beyourarmy]

[Well, he's got some things right there.]

So you're just one of those people that doesn't care for God? Or you don't believe in him?

And I'm Setsuna Mudou. [He isn't sure if he wants this guy's name or not, but his mouth is ahead of him.] What's yours, creepy guy?

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[worldofourown]

Yes, to both.

[A wicked grin.]

Pleased to meet you, young Mr. Muduo. I am Karl Fei-Ong. [His grin widens. Creepy guy, hm? Oh, kid. You have no idea.]

Tell me, Mr. Muduo. Are you, perhaps, an angel? Or is that outfit for All Hallow's Eve?

[Nice duckling wings.]

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[beyourarmy]

[Crap. What weirdo has he given his name to now?]

...the simple answer is yes, I'm an angel. What of it?

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[worldofourown]

~Oh, nothing.

You simply don't fit the stereotype of a sweet, round-cheeked cherub.

Ah well. This City can sour the best of us...

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[beyourarmy]

Has nothing to do with the City. I've never been, and never will be that stereotype.

Although, yeah, this place would likely piss off most people.