[ a strange text appears across Arthur's screen, scrolling with interminable slowness through the words. ]

Hear ye, Hear ye, Hear ye!

The Royal Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot wishes the following to be known.




He is lonely.

[ and then the feed mysteriously clicks off only to be replaced with a vision of Arthur taping photocopied posters of the same message to a certain lamp post, unaware of the shaky recording as his phone starts to work it's way out of his upper pocket.

Perhaps the phone felt sorry for the lamp post, under appreciated that it is, perhaps it's the lamppost feeling sorry for Arthur. Either way, Arthur certainly had not planned to get caught quite like this! ]

My name is Cain Hargreaves and it must be known:

My father is an abject monster with blood on his hands and hellish plans in mind.

~C.

[ooc: To the point, yes? Yes.n Also, no filters this time, Dad.]

Listen up City, I got some things to say!

I was all ready to leave this mudball, thanks to that curse giving us whatever we drew. I drew some power cells for my ship, and what happens when I try to take off the next day? Nothin'. The slagging things vanished!

This City is jerking me around and screwin' me over!

[video]

[It's late when she returns to the City, and it's almost second nature now to turn on the device, though she's too tired to be coherent. Looking into the screen, green eyes look content, but weary, tired and just wanting rest. Behind her is the lighted City, glowing in it's colorful beauty. In an instant later, the device turns off. Perhaps she was just playing with the device to see if it still worked, not realizing she just broadcast herself. But hello City! Estelle's back!]

[/end video]

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( Action - closed to Yuri, later to the rest beach house )

((ooc: video replies will be ICly delayed until the next morning.))

I'm afraid you won't find any announcements from me today, City. [Thankfully.  He has no idea what he'd reveal if he was affected. The man likes his secrets.]  I know, it's such a disappointment.

What I do have is questions.  Specifically concerning trades-- "deals with the devil," so to speak.

[What can he say?  Piglet's post got him interested.]

To those of you with experience in the matter: what have the so-called deities procured for you?  And what have they asked for in return?  Did you think it was worth it, your... sacrifice?

Shit-

I don't want to hear thi-

Hear ye hear ye, getting hit by a car fucking hurts but not as much as gettng shot in the back by someone you thought was your fucking friend-

Shit.

For anyone who needed me-





I'LL BE AT THE BAR











[ooc: Turlough maybe be starting to become a familiar freckly face at the shadier bars in town, above ground and under. Please do come find him/judge his life choices.]

[Merlin's in the kitchen! At home, for once; he's not there so often lately, it seems. Especially in the evenings, so he thinks he'll stay home this once.

He's placed the phone on the counter, and he's looking very excited about something (and you may note his hair is getting rather long).]

Listen up, City!

[And it's a very important thing, okay.]

Do you know how amazing you've got it here? I mean... In Camelot, you couldn't just open a door to store things that need cold.

[He gestures wildly at the fridge.]

The best you could get were cellars, but even then you had to make most things on the spot. Do you have any idea how long cooking could take? And don't get me started on hunting! And these...

[Briefly, he digs around in his pocket and whips out a tiny package of pepper.]

These are genius. Travel packages already prepared! I wish we had this sort of luxury!

[He just often thinks of how comfortable the City is sometimes, okay.]

[Voice:]

[A lethargic voice begins to softly speak as he faintly gives a laugh.]

This is... it, isn't it? Fear is how I see it, ha ha ha. Regardless... Seems I'll be finally taking my bow, citizens.

Heads or tails. Life or death... Will I be the one to close the curtains to my own story or will it be you (Chrono)... we'll see if lady luck is on my side... won't we...

[Private message to Luke:]
Seems my time is up. You already have plenty on your plate but I can't leave it to anyone else. Take good care of the place for me and my things in case they call for round two. Heh, although I hope to see you've accomplished it by then. I'm counting on you. Take care.

[Private message to Solomon:]
You owe me one. [He lightly snickered.] Until then, later.

[Private message to Karl:]
Seek Luke whenever you lose sight. He'll show you the way.

[ooc; And a dead body (high quality mind you!) was sent to Rido. That's all he really needs to say. Nothing fancy. XDDD]