♥ 047 | Private to Oz Vessalius | 50% Unhackable
➩ 5/18/XXXX
➩ 18:00
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My, my, I feel quite morbid to be doing this.
[There is that odd, creeping sort of smile- the one that he rarely wears, but when he does. It means he's almost quite serious.]
How should I begin- "If you are listening to this, it means I am most likely dead"...
[A pause, cocks his head, as if listening to himself, before he shrugs.]
Or something like that. Missing, held hostage, prisoner, vanished off the face of the earth- something of the sort, most likely dead. I did tell you, you know- that I likely only had only a year left. [Ah, that deprecating smile.] And it's been nearly two here by my count.
Either way, I'm sure by now you've realized just where I snuck off to~ You always were a creepy little thing. And if you've already picked the lock to my quarters, you've found my little note? Don't forget Emily-
[He holds up the doll, and shakes her cheerfully, throwing his patent Emily voice.]
A thousand curses upon you if you opened those documents! They say "do not open" for a reason!
[He sets Emily down.]
There's information about my finances within. Don't tell anyone your dear "Papa" never left you anything. There's also a pack of things addressed to me- and I will hold you accountable if you break the seal. My eyes only, Master Vessalius, failing as they are, even if I come back with no memory of this place.
[A longer pause, and there's weight to his next words.]
If we're lucky, I've simply been held up. I would be most cross if you went looking for me, however. I don't fancy playing damsel in distress to you or heaven forbid, that Nightray scion and his boy. You should also avoid that role around them, I imagine.
[Only after this does he, for a brief second, show some degree of fatigue, a sigh and a shrug.]
I'm a little too old for this nonsense.
[So with a last, bright smile- he cuts the feed with a wave.]
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➩ VIDEO FEED SENT|
My, my, I feel quite morbid to be doing this.
[There is that odd, creeping sort of smile- the one that he rarely wears, but when he does. It means he's almost quite serious.]
How should I begin- "If you are listening to this, it means I am most likely dead"...
[A pause, cocks his head, as if listening to himself, before he shrugs.]
Or something like that. Missing, held hostage, prisoner, vanished off the face of the earth- something of the sort, most likely dead. I did tell you, you know- that I likely only had only a year left. [Ah, that deprecating smile.] And it's been nearly two here by my count.
Either way, I'm sure by now you've realized just where I snuck off to~ You always were a creepy little thing. And if you've already picked the lock to my quarters, you've found my little note? Don't forget Emily-
[He holds up the doll, and shakes her cheerfully, throwing his patent Emily voice.]
A thousand curses upon you if you opened those documents! They say "do not open" for a reason!
[He sets Emily down.]
There's information about my finances within. Don't tell anyone your dear "Papa" never left you anything. There's also a pack of things addressed to me- and I will hold you accountable if you break the seal. My eyes only, Master Vessalius, failing as they are, even if I come back with no memory of this place.
[A longer pause, and there's weight to his next words.]
If we're lucky, I've simply been held up. I would be most cross if you went looking for me, however. I don't fancy playing damsel in distress to you or heaven forbid, that Nightray scion and his boy. You should also avoid that role around them, I imagine.
[Only after this does he, for a brief second, show some degree of fatigue, a sigh and a shrug.]
I'm a little too old for this nonsense.
[So with a last, bright smile- he cuts the feed with a wave.]