[ The boy wandering around the City hasn't quite figured out that his device is on yet, if the shaky camera view of his jeans and sneakers are anything to go by. He's walking, wandering about slowly because clearly he has no freaking idea where he is, turning around every so often to go back to where he started off again. Maybe he's pacing, maybe he just likes walking around in a circle because that's what he does when he's nervous.

And okay, so maybe he is muttering to himself under his breath and maybe it gets louder the more he talks. ] Holy crap, oh holy god, oh fuck. Dumb imagination magic, why'd they have to go and give me that job? Why? We all know not to give the ADD idiot the crazy fairy dust task. I tinkerbell myself out of Beacon Hills and everyone will just be like - [ Mimicking someone else's voice. ] Well, you are human what did you expect?

[ Kicking at a can. ] Goddamnit. I bet Derek laughed so hard his fucking lungs exploded. [ Grumbling. ] And where did this even come from anyway?

[ That's about the moment where he lifts the device up to peer at it. Stiles is young, looks a little bit younger than his sixteen year old self on the worst of days, but right now his cheeks are coloured and his other hand scratches at his cheekbone, teeth worrying his lip before he sees that it's actually recording. Which is when he gives a (manly, thank you very much) scream and tosses the device in the air, flailing as it clatters to the ground and doesn't break.

It takes a minute, then his shadow comes into view, Stiles crouching down to peer over it. ] Um, hey?

Okay. How many letters are in the alphabet? The English alphabet.

( the device comes whirring to life, lighting up as the video feed activates, when a small hunk of minced up wood bounces off of the grass and slams against the corner of the communicator. it catches a clear view of a desolate area in the forest, blood splattered in small patches across the tall grass, and a bit across the trees. the area has been fairly thoroughly wrecked, tree trunks dented and leaning over with the threat of snapping in the middle at any moment. in the middle of the clearing stands ikki, panting and gasping as stares at the smaller frame of agito lying on the ground.

he looks worse for wear, definitely battered and bleeding, but it’s obvious that he hadn’t left ikki unscathed either. it's obvious who had won during whatever happened between them. )

Haaa—

Hahahahaha. Fuck, okay, c’mon. Let’s go.

( one of Agito’s hands raises, swats in Ikki’s direction before he moves to-- attempt to stand himself up on his own. )

Don’t touch me, fuck!

( there’s a quiet whuff of breath as Ikki sighs, refusing to just let him struggle to his feet on his own. his hand snaps out to grab onto agito’s wrist to force him into accepting his help despite his whatever notions of pride he was clinging to. he had fought well, there's where his pride should lie. )

Tch! Stop acting like a bitch just because you lost. Let me help you.

C'mon, just hold onto me!

( Agito grumbles under his breath, something about shitty birds and dirt, but he lets Ikki help him anyway, eyes averted. )

Shut up!

( the hold on Agito’s wirst is strong, fingers firm around him as he helps pull him up to his feet. he grabs onto his shoulder with his other hand as soon as Agito’s standing upright in an attempt to help him stay steady. after all, agito had really kept fighting well past his limit. )

But we’re friiiiiiiiiends. ♥ How could you ever not want to hear my amazing voice?

(( ooc: agito is maroon and ikki is blue. ))

[Video]
[The video begins, showing an interior scene of one of the city's higher class residences. Or what would be if the apartment hadn't suffered from neglect and the rather forceful intrusion of one of the City's less than reputable citizens.

Solomon pauses, silhouetted in the light of the open doorway, his face enshrouded by the darkness from within. It takes him a moment to speak, but when he does, his voice is a mere whisper as he utters the words that are echoing discordantly in his thoughts.]

Gone? Gone...

[His bewildered eyes drift down to his network device and he furrows his brow, trying to find the right words.]

I... I believe I may be in need of........ something. Or no, an explanation at the very least.