( Cut for Exposition )

Quietly, he reached for his SFC and turned it on, not bothering to hide his tears even as he let the venom and steel coat his voice.

When the video turned on, Johnny's murderous glare and Jacob's peaceful face could be seen. Just at the edge, the jagged and bloodied flesh of a slit throat was the only indication the peace was not caused by sleep.]

To those it may concern:

The man known as Jacob is dead.

[...]

To whoever did this....?

Step forward now and I'll attempt to not rip your throat out with my teeth before you've had a chance to explain why you would end this man's life.

And then, afterwards, I will make it quick.

[His golden eyes flash dangerously.]

If you don't step forward within the hour, I will find you, and the one thing I can promise is that your death will be agonizing and slow.

[More tears escape his eyes as his rage begins to give way to grief and he cuts off the video.

The make-shift wall he'd built from rage and pain broke and grief flooded him, causing him to soak the once warm and supportive shoulder he would lean against. Brokenly, the vampire sobbed and cried out, the pain in his heart too much.

He knew, he knew this wasn't permanent. Jacob would be back....but that didn't matter. It didn't change the fact Johnny had failed the one person who mattered more than anything ever. He had failed his one Saving Grace.]

[Here's one(1) vampire currently leaning against the railing of his apartment's balcony, looking a little contemplative today. He takes a moment to puff on the cigarette he was currently working on before acknowledging the SFC.]

People always say 'all of the colors in the rainbow' and assume those 8 are it. But, in reality, the number of color possibilities are endless. Even Black and white, which might be considered the end-points of the color spectrum, have different shades to them.

[He looks thoughtful a moment and smirks.]

And, to avoid the debate on whether black and white are actually colors, let's just go with the assumption that they are, just for this one question.

Anyway, with all of these colors out there, there's bound to be a few that represent one thing or another. People like association, so it's bound to happen that one particular color will mean something to a society or a group of friends or, even, a single person.

Are there any colors like that for any of you? Any that mean anything in particular?

Hey, Vatheon. Been pretty crazy lately, huh? Hear me out for a sec.

I was thinking, [he pulls out a flute, twirls it, then with its tip taps the communicator screen:] it's been a while since I did anything with this. Music is life, y'know? I'll be around the park after this, so if you want to knock out some tunes or watch, c'mon by.

Oh, and you guys who got the brush techniques a while back: how 'bout some group practice? I bet most of you're still wondering what the deal was. Lucky for you, you've got me! I'll teach you all there's to know about 'em!

[With a confident pound of his chest, Kurow closes the feed with a nod.]

action;

[True to his word, Kurow moves himself to the park after the broadcast, where he'll be hovering about with his flute raised. The tune he plays is significantly mellower to his comparatively upbeat attitude, resembling something of old Japan. Once in a while, he stops to take a quick break, during which he points his instrument to the nearest passerby.]

How was that? Pretty good, huh?

[Hello, Vatheon. Nice weather we're having today, right? It's totally understandable if you need to cool off, head to the island and sit beside a fan all day. ... But if you're following Axel's trend, then, please. What's the use of fans and water? Just stay outside, kick back... and treat yourself to an ice cream.

Really treat yourself to an ice cream.

The feed starts, showing Axel seated comfortably outside on a bench, one leg crossed over the other, arm slung over the backrest, and in his hand is a dripping, hard, creamy... Sea-Salt Ice Cream bar! (minus the face)

He's eying the screen through half lidded eyes here, and after a beat he slowly slides his tongue out to give the treat a little lick. Yes, he knows that this is public. No, he isn't going to stop. You need to see this.]

Hey. [He sounds normal enough. ... Or maybe he's drawling. Purring?] Is it hot out here or is it just me?

((OOC: A bit backdated because I was busy entertaining company today. orz ... I have no regrets.))

[There's some keysmashing before there's anything intelligible from this end.]

[Someone is barely awake, sorry.]

aklsdjfdlkfjasfslalelak ksaj lskaasdfsdf

kks family sucks

why dthe fuck do some people get good families

and the rest of us get stuck with relatives that wuld rather we be dead

its fucking unfair

you assholes dont know how good you have it

alkjjjjjjjjjjjjjj;;;;;

[... The last keys go on for a while. Someone fell asleep on his SFC again.]

[At the pleasant time of 3 am this lovely Wednesday morning those that are light sleepers or had the misfortune to have left them on would be awoke to a scream made out of sheer terror. Terror that could only come from one who has a paranoia about his moles and the dark spots around his left armpit.]

There are sixty two new ones! I just counted them the other day! How is this even possible-

[There was a moment pause before Yukio's babbling got even louder and nonsensical.]

There's no way that a vampire's bite could do that! There are not reports written about vampire branding and and and that demon couldn't of that this to me either right?

NIISAN!

NIISAN-

[The feed gets cuts off with the sound of a door being flung open and someone scrambling out of there bedroom.]

[The feed clicks on to show Fai is sitting on the edge of the fountain. Instead of his normal smile there is a small smirk and that golden eye of his is slightly different and very catlike with a slit of a pupil.]

I know it's a little late..but is anyone up for a late night snack~? I got a sudden hunger for something really tasty~.

[The hunger he is feeling right now is quite different from what most would find normal, but this vampire is getting hit hard by the gluttony curse and the need to feed was forcing his hand.

There is a rather flirtatious look into the screen.]

Pleaseeee~? It's much more fun to eat with someone else. Anyone who hears this is invited! Whether we've met or not. Consider this an open invitation to meet someone new, if you would like.

I'll be waiting at the fountain should you decide to join me.

[Or not..if someone tasty looking catches his eye. He really can't guarantee the other person will be getting any dinner...but he certainly intends to eat.]

[When Mitsuhide turns on the feed, he looks thoughtful. Something has been on his mind for a few days now, and now he wants to mention it. Let it out, so to speak. The samurai twists a lock of his long black hair between the fingers of his free hand as he speaks.]

[This is quite a significant moment for him, though only a few of those who know Mitsuhide are likely to realise why this is.]

The great Darkness that we battled, from which the blessed Goddess Amaterasu saved us... it was not entirely unfamiliar. Before this moment I could not fathom why, but after much thought I realised that something like it, though much lesser in scale and raw power, existed in... in Lord Nobunaga.

[He hesitates for a moment, having found those words difficult. But after a deep breath Mitsuhide smile softly, and continues. There is a determined edge to his voice when he does.]

Perhaps it is best not to dwell overly much on that thought.

Of greater interest, I am sure, is the fact that the blessing I was given in that battle has remained with me, though much weakened. I fear I shall be ineffective with it for quite some time; my attempts at using it have only managed to scorch a patch of floor in my household and ruin a lamp.

[The SFC clicks on as it skitters across the floor. The vampire that owns it dropped it as he collapsed. He's completely exhausted from fighting with the monster on the island and is all too thankful that the bubble decided to return him on its own. He can feel the power of before, surprised that is it still inside of him. Perhaps it was the new power that was really able to keep him going..matched with sheer determination not to fail. But now that the strength of a god is gone, the wounds received from the creature and the sheer effort that went into the battle are too much for him.]

I pushed too much..

[That voice is the first sign that he still has some life in him but it is weak and barely more then a whisper.]

I hope we..were able to stop it..before too many were hurt..

[He tries to use his hands to push himself up off of the floor but it's too much effort. He'll just sleep it off right here..]


((ooc: You can find him or you can see him through the video. Up to you! I didn't specify where he landed when he was returned so he could end up wherever you want.))

[There's only voice with this broadcast - Squall figures that it's too dark to bother with video.]

This is Squall Leonhart with the Defense Force.

You've probably at least heard of the thing that's up on the island right now.

I'm going to be honest; we have no idea how to fight this thing. But still, anyone who is willing to come up, we could use the help.

I also want to ask that people stay behind in case it wants to attack the city as well.

[A short, awkward silence.]

Stay safe, everyone.

[OOC: This isn't a sign up post or anything, just ICly spreading some news!]