[When the SFC turns on, Angelo can be seen dressed in a well tailored suit. This is the first time he's done something important, so he wants to make a good impression. Taking a brief moment to clear his throat, he's smiling at the camera. Or at the very least, he's faking that smile. For whose familiar with the accent as well, it will be one of the British/English variety.]

Good day citizens of Vatheon, I have two announcements. The first is an important announcement on behalf of our Golden Victory Host Club. As many of you are aware, our former president Zelos departed and recently returned to the fair city. However despite this situation and prior to Zelos' return to the city, we still made the decision to go forward and change management. The new heads of the host club are the former vice president Peony and I, the great Angelo, am its new vice president. In regards to the rest of the club, no changes will be made and we are in fact looking for more people to stop by. So if you're interested in either stopping by or becoming a member of the club, do feel free to come by or let us know. Furthermore, with the changing of management, any questions about our club can be directed to myself or Peony either by SFC voicemail or in person.

[He keeps up that smile while making the second announcement, even if deep down, this is hurting way more than it should.]

The second announcement is more of a personal one. For those who knew my adopted daughter Ib, I'm afraid to say she's been taken away from the city back to her home. I personally believe she'll be much safer there than here, so I'm glad she was able to make it home. Though I'm sure she will be deeply missed by those who knew her, so please remember her for the time she was here.

[Dualscar isn't in his usual outfit. His outfit is more like yellow pyjamas, and don't forget the codpiece, which juts out in all its glory.

He's tried to change out of it so many times ydek.

He's got a large stringed instrument resting on his shoulder as if it were really a club, and there's purple blood stains on his cheek from a minor cut]

I'm fuckin' sick a this curse, but apparently it's not ovver yet. I need someone wwho's not intensely annoyin' to deal wwith wwho is up to enterin' battle along wwith me on account a the fact that these instruments ain't all that good for bashin' things.

Wwho's up for it?

[ In the middle of the plaza, near the coral, stands a troll. This isn't anything new and unusual in and of itself, but there is something different about her. She's definitely new, if the way she's staring around her is any indication. She looks vaguely lost, but doesn't seem to be panicking about it at all. In fact, she's already dry and has even changed out of her clothes into... well, an identical set. She she still has her captchalogue after all.

She eventually lifts the SFC to look into it, her eyes no longer the white of the dead, but the regular yellow of her kind, though her irises are a deep red in color. ]

This place. It is known as Vatheon?

[ The accent she speaks with is thick, terribly thick. Vaguely Asian sounding, but who actually knows? ]

A new place. New people.

[ And then there's a smile. It's brief, and a little wicked, but her face smooths over after the little flash of its appearance. ]

Good.

I AM DAMARA.

[ And suddenly, she's understandable. A little loud, maybe, and the speech is slower, but understandable. ]

THIS UNDER OCEAN? IMPRESSED.

[ ==> Approach? ]



((ooc; woo finally got her intro up. Feel free to harass her in person or over the network. PLEASE REMEMBER: courier text is her speaking normally. It may sound vaguely like Japanese but it actually isn't. It's just her incomprehensible accent. Meaning that there's only about a 1% chance your character would even understand her. Please see her permissions post for more.

OOPS RIGHT COMM NOW))