If anyone has any pictures of me, I'd appreciate it if they were turned over or burned, lest other measures must be taken.

[ the unspoken implication is "lest i have to come retrieve them from you." ]

I'd rather my face wasn't circulating through this place.

ooc | anyone can find pictures of her, i'm totally down for that.

[There's the sound of something being chopped, a rapid thunkthunkthunkthunkthunk in the background. And the sound of something frying. And then Charlie speaks, sounding hesitant. Lacking whatever confidence she gained during her eight months here.]

So...uh...someone made a trade and...I don't want to know who just...okay, maybe I do want to know. But don't tell me yet. Just...thank you, to whoever traded for me. I owe whoever did it.

[More sounds of cooking and then the device shuts off.]


[ooc: yes, that's vague and if you're not sure if your character is friends with charlie, feel free to ask!]

[Setsuna's usually more cheerful than this, or emotional, or cursed. Right now he has a sort of angry calm about him.]

See this? [He puts his hands in front of the device.] And yeah, I'm talking again, so you better fucking listen up, City. I'm going to talk a whole lot now that I can. And if anyone - anyone - tries that bullshit on me again, fuck everything, I will kill you in self-defense. Just stay the hell away from me!

As for that guy that tried to help me, Chase, right? Thanks for putting up with that. For me freaking out on you, then Kira-senpai putting a sword to you and all. You were pretty calm and still got the job done. I appreciate that. Good work under pressure.

Rosiel.... Next time you want to visit, ASK FIRST. You don't get to just waltz in here unannounced! ...kinda owe you a visit anyway, according to that ten-day agreement.

Charlie, I wouldn't mind giving you a real hug, now. [Setsuna softens a bit here, and that remains with a bit of a smile for the next one.]

And Michael, Charlie, both of you, I feel like blowing stuff up. How about we do a little of that later?

[filtered to the police force;]
So, guess I should do some identifying or something like that? I've got a face if you'd like to take some notes.
[/end filter]

Everyone else, have a nice day. [Yep, still angry calm, even as he shuts the feed off.]

[And action for Kira]

[Setsuna's brought home a big breakfast - seeing as he's not the greatest cook in the world - and set it out on the kitchen table. He plans to eat, a lot, after barely eating the past few days, and he wants to show Kira some form of appreciation.]


[ooc note: It's been undecided as of yet if Setsuna was healed by Raphael (he's about to be propositioned by Rosiel and Kira log-wise) or Setsuna regenerated, so I'm going to just skirt around that for now and give vague answers [insert here] if asked that. Which I can't imagine people wouldn't ask.]

[video]

[Rest assured, Peter is fully clothed - in jeans and a t-shirt, no less, looking almost normal. Albeit a little frantic as he digs through piles of stuff.]

Where the fuck did all my pictures go? I was going to make a scrapbook! [For wanking.]

[Oh fuck. Oh fuck. What if Dawn found them?]

FUCK.

[And off he runs. Time to do damage control before a certain Slayer slays him.]



[ooc: So yesterday Peter collected a lot of dirty pictures - some of his own raunchy sex life, some just raunchy. Action for those who live with him! Dawn or Buffy, it's up to you whether someone found his collection or if the City took it away.]

[Just as Volgin was starting to swallow Raikov's assurances and nonsense, an ominous wind blew a photo against their apartment window.

Unfortunately, Volgin found it first.

Raikov, are you familiar with the phrase "One step forward, two steps back"?

For the most of the day, regardless of whatever Raikov had to say (as he was brainwashed by this City thing as far as he could tell, sexual performance aside) Volgin was out and furiously hunting for any further evidence of his country's former enemy. He knew the Nazis had something to do with this whole affair.

Something of Raikov's explaining did stick: The Network. Why didn't he think of that before all the sweating and puffing and fruitless hunting for fascists? Maybe they will come right to him. Everyone else wanting his head seemed to do that these days.]

Nazi scum, I know you're there. I know you're behind all this. And I am not falling for it. You have taken the wrong man for whatever you want to do.

I will see to it that you, each of you, are disposed of appropriately. Killed slowly.

I will find you.

[There. He felt better already.]

((OOC: A bit late, sorry about that. I work weekends and nights. It's about as good for my Circadian Rhythm as you think it is.))