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| Good morning. To anyone I have not spoken with previously, my name is William T. Spears.
I am looking to speak with anyone familiar with a Mister Johann Faust. I have been informed that he has numerous acquaintances taking residence in The Villa. While I am mainly interested in speaking with those brought here from the same home world as he, anyone who has met Mister Faust here in Vatheon City and considers themselves to be on either good or bad terms with him is urged to come forward, as well.
My hope is to gain insight on his background and personality, as at the moment, my file on him is inexcusably blank.
Thank you, in advance, for your cooperation. | |
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| If you didn't get one of the big prizes at the festival yet--
[It's nighttime when the camera adjusts toward one side of the room where there are several stuffed sharks, stars, and turtles in a big pile. Upon closer inspection, however, you'll be able to see that this isn't one of the regular bedrooms in the dome, but a practically bleach white hospital room.]
--I've got you covered.
[... He doesn't sound as enthusiastic as he could be about that, however. But, really, if you want one of these things, by all means just come back and get it. There's a brief blur of Axel's face which doesn't stay long enough for anyone to really get a good look at him, but just in case, he's definitely got a split lip and a gauze bandage over his right temple. There's some more shifting when his door opens and one of the happiest looking nurses in the world comes in to check on him.]
How's that hand feeling?
... I gotta go.
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| [Over-energetic Zack, at the bubble's service. Surprisingly, he's sitting down for a change.]
This festival seems pretty fun. It's a nice break after that curse and all the stuff with the bubble cracking. Make sure to stop by Friday night.
[Anyone in the host club will know why, and everyone else will find out, if they don't already know.]
Wish I could join, but uh, I'm a bit ... handicapped.
[And that big grin fades a bit as he pans the camera to his leg, and the reason why he's sitting. Yep, that's a cast.]
Guess my reflexes and healing ability isn't quite what it was back home. Made a jump I shouldn't have and wound up with this. The coral's been helping it a bit, but, it's taking longer than I expected to heal.
[Honestly, he'd been staying inside a bit more, hoping it would heal up and no one would have to know. But alas, his leg has other plans for him.]
The price you pay for a new life, I guess. [He doesn't sound all that bothered about it.]
((ooc: aka my reason for being on hiatus/inactive the past couple weeks, at least for Zack. Figured someone should suffer in the interim...)) | |
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