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[Angeal’s NV comes on as he sets a box down, marker in hand to write what was in it as he speaks to it, a smile crossing his face, but it has a melancholy mood to it.]

I suppose when people disappear, no news is better than hearing news. [As much as he wants to hope, anyway. This is the second time he has had to box up the room of someone he cares about here, but at least this time there wasn’t a body to identify beforehand.] As far as I can tell, it means they have gone home.

Or are otherwise out of our reach, yes. [Sephiroth’s voice is quiet, subdued as always from a man who keeps all emotion to himself. He sets another box next to Angeal’s, and starts to tape both tops shut while the other man labels the contents.] It needn’t be a bad thing.

[But the loss this time is closer to him than Angeal, though they had all liked the girl. It makes him wonder too if Genesis is to lose someone next.]

No, I don’t think it so at all- Miss Himawari will be fine back home. [He looks up at the other from his kneeled position, reassuring as he had earlier, that things would be okay for her, as it would be for them no matter how much they would miss her.]

I know. [They both know. He rakes a hand through his hair, re-tying the ponytail and letting it fall against his back. Then, head slightly cocked to the side, he reaches down to pick up Angeal’s PHS.] Did you mean to turn this on?

Oh, yes. [He nods, then looks away from the other man to address the camera again.] Miss Himawari is gone, unfortunately, so our condolences to those who knew her as we did. I’m sure the Greeter program will miss her just as much as the rest of us, but hopefully I can ease some with that, being the new guy on board.

[Sephiroth shifts, moving around the boxes and kneeling next to Angeal so that they can both be in the frame.] And to that note, I suppose -- at least for the time being -- that I will be assuming Miss Himawari’s responsibilities in regard to the program. To those that may be interested in the Greeters -- in a leadership capacity or not -- I welcome you to contact me, either here or privately.

We’ll both be around, if you need us. [A smile, and Angeal reaches for the NV to turn it off, with an aside to Sephiroth as he does.] We might as well get the other room finished, since we are already at it...

ex_stakes70

[ There’s an ungraceful groan, the rustling of sheets, and a hand is moving away from the device. It’s quite possible that the device itself was smacked by the owner of said hand during their slumber, in that space between being asleep and being awake that is never pleasant for someone who gets far too little sleep and not nearly often enough. When there’s sleep to be had, and it’s nearing an end? Things can get a little... Well. Uncomfy.

To those who know Genesis, the arm will be very familiar as it moves further and the NV’s view is less obstructed. But the occupant of said body is not the usual one, and as she nestles back against a male figure behind her, a confused frown spreads over her -- or, rather, Genesis’s -- face. Eyes remained closed, but the brow creases and furrows more and more as consciousness is gained, and the arms around her... don’t seem familiar. Eyes blink open and take in peripheral sights that are just as foreign, and she sits up with a start. She hasn’t even looked down at her new not-so-female body yet. She’s mostly focused on -- ]

Oh god! [ -- WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK??? Her voice is suddenly deep. Manly levels of deep. Concerning levels of deep. She looks this way, and that, through eyes not her own in a room not her own, over at a man who isn’t her own. ] -- What did I drink last night?! [ Okay, the deep voice? She had hoped it was just a first-word-of-the-day grogginess thing. But it’s still... Something is Definitely Not Right. ]

[The start is enough to alert her companion of something wrong, but it is the shout that gets him up quick, just a glimpse of Angeal’s face given before he has sat up all the way, view mostly broken by his height and Genesis’- or, Genesis’, not that he knows the difference yet- own body.]

Gen, what’s wrong? [ There is concern in his voice, albeit sleepy, but a moment later he moves pretty easily to lean in, raising a hand to the other. Are you alright?

Gen. As in, GENESIS, Gen?! [ The shout is explosive, louder than her voice usually is, and unfamiliarly … well. Masculine. Not!Buffy jumps back at the extension of a hand toward her/him, and cringes. ] Don’t -- touch -- [ - She stands up, instinctively wrapping the blanket around herself from the chest down. She’s pretty sure whatever body she’s been stuck in, sounds like Genesis’ from everything that’s happening - oh god, why is this happening? - is naked at least partly. ] What did he do?! Why am I naked in bed with you? Why am -- Oh, my god -- this -- this isn’t happening! I -- I can’t be all -- [ And then suddenly her voice flattens, becomes deadpan, and is filled with matter-of-fact determination. ] I need a mirror. I need a mirror right now. [ Genesis’ body with Buffy at the reins disappears. Shortly after there are faster, louder footfalls. As she nears, she’s looking around at everything again, surveying the insanity she woke up to, and out of her newfound mouth comes - ] What the fu--

[ As her newly mannish hand reaches forward and grabs her NV, the feed shuts off just before her choice language can be heard by the general public. However, replies are free to pour in. Forever. ]

(( COLOR GUIDE; PINKISH is BUFFY ;; BLUE is ANGEAL. ))

mentors

[Angeal looks a little more harried than usual, which is a lot, seeing as how the man never seems bothered by anything, most of the time.]

Does anyone have any ideas on how to keep SERO from constantly coming to your door? [And, a sidelong glance off screen, likley at somebody.] That doesn't involve your weapon, I mean.

It's been almost a month now since this all started. Completely ridiculous.

[Calls will be taken in the greenroom while he waters the plants!]

mentors

[Angeal has found himself stationed at Winther's Lake in the late afternoon, where the ducks have already overrun the pond and surrounding area. This can't bode well for the ecosystem around here, but Angeal has a feeling that the Darkness is well... going to end up taking care of it. Not if he can help it of course, he will try.]

So by now, I'm sure most of you have heard about the ducks. If you haven't... Well, we have a bit of a problem.

[He slides his NV over to the lake, which is filled with ducks. Most of them are small baby ducklings as mentioned in the news, and on the grass around the lake Angeal is out with some volunteers, building and darkness proofing some duck houses.]

We're in need of some volunteers to help build these, if you have the time. The current ones won't hold the new influx of them. We would really appreciate it. If you still have some ducks of your own and want to hang on to them too, I can give you a crash course on what they and where you can find the supplies. They are pretty easy to take care of while they are young like this.

[He gives the NV a broad smile before ending the feed. Come down and build some duck houses y/n?]

not_the_dreck

[Asch suddenly pops up on the video, and obviously from the look on his face, he didn't mean to do that. Just as he's about to turn it off, he's interrupted, and instead just sort of... blindly fumbles with it, missing the "off" button entirely. He doesn't bother to even check to make sure it's off as he turns around.]

How are you feeling?

[Asch shrugged slightly.]

Fine; I'm getting my things and going home.

[The person he's talking to comes closer, and Angeal can just barely be seen on the edge of the screen.]

Now?

[Asch made a face.]

Yes, why?

You don't think you should see a doctor?

[Someone's being extra motherly, and it's obviously not settling well with Asch.]

Why? I'm better, I'm going home.

[Angeal let's out a sigh.]

At least stay a few more days, Asch. I don't like the thought of you going back alone to that terrorist's bunker.

[Asch bristled at that.]

There's nothing 'terroristic' about my--

[He cuts himself off, realizing that he's still being recorded. Asch let out an irritable noise, before stabbing off the NV before he says anything more.]

[[ooc: Blue is Angeal, red is Asch. Feel free to use this post to contact one or the other.]]

mentors

[Angeal is stricken, which is honestly not surprising. He's managed to keep it together though the night after getting the call. A man of war, you often just forgo feelings when it is convenient to in order to push though, a strategy almost recommended if one wants to survive.

He's letting himself have that moment of letting all those emotions escape now, back in the safety of his home. It's a half hour or so before noon, and when he reaches for his NV to make a call. Which mean,s unfortunately, you don't have a very good view in this post, except for one moment where he pulls the NV to him, and two of the exact same sword can be seen over his shoulder. One charred, plastic melted onto it, and the other in pristine condition.

He doesn't feel like he can carry either of them.]

I need to plan a funeral.

[A long pause, and his voice is clearly restrained.] And I think we need to investigate.

[No, he doesn't know that his NV is on for everyone to see. Feel free to tell him.]