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( These plans of mine... they'll unfold soon enough. )

( All of you are nothing more than toys. )

[ For a few seconds, there's nothing but static-- and even when Phibrizzo's voice does come in, it's jarred quite often by the sound of the chaos and destruction that are busy saturating the entirety of the city. What a great thing to come back to after a generally-uneventful trip to Spero, eh? Suffice it to say that the boy sounds very shaken. ]

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[The video feed flicks on to display a fleeting close-up of Phibrizzo's face as he messes with the buttons a little, making sure that the device is recording and blinking once or twice before speaking.]

Everyone's been saying things about wanting to make this place "more fun", or that they want to "play games"... but this city is always so gloomy. ( Read more... )

[The following is left in a very small, hurriedly scribbled note tucked discretely beneath the covers of Xellos' bed:]

Don't come looking for me. If anybody asks, I've gone "out to explore".

... yes, it was my doing. But I'm sure you figured that much out on your own. Do enjoy the panic in the meantime.

And burn this. Immediately.

[OOC: The person-- or ( Read more... )

[The camera flips on to show Phibrizzo's head from a side-angle; he appears to be lying in bed in his apartment, propped up a bit against several pillows. His face looks extraordinarily pale, and his hands are trembling a bit as he holds the communicator.]

... nn...

I-I feel really really bad... m-my tummy hurts so much.

... d-does anybody have ( Read more... )

[A particularly strong breeze blisters through the open window, crackling through the communicator's speakers for a moment before receding, the video feed on record; more than likely, while sitting on the windowsill, the gust toppled it over and onto one of its buttons. The lights are off, but the lens is turned just enough to capture the two ( Read more... )

[The video feed crackles and flickers on, revealing a single, wide, bright green eye, staring pointedly into the lens for a long moment before its owner retreats backwards in mild shock. The face of a young boy clad all in blue comes into focus.]

This-- this c-can’t… what is… m-my power, it’s-it’s--

… u-ugh…

[The camera veers abruptly away.]

Impossible ( Read more... )