12th illusion ||Rokudo Mukuro|| [video/in person]

[pineapple_fairy]

[The feed comes on to Mukuro sitting idly at the kitchen table, enjoying a small cup of coffee. He's looking a bit thinner to those that knew him before... two years in a pickle jar will do that. Per usual he's masking his irritation of being back in this place quite well. It figures that he would be freed from one prison only to be transported to another... and of course there was the condition in which he left things. He needed to do some damage control.]

Hello, please pardon my interruption but it seems I have been... allowed to return to my world for a number of years. As I recall time here passes differently and I would very much like to know how long I have been missing.

Also regarding my behavior upon my last stay here. I would like to sincerely [pffft... sincerely.] apologize for my actions both as a child and the incident that happened the following week. I suppose you could say... that I wasn't in my right mind. Thank you for your time.

[And with a slight bow of his head he ends the feed]

Voice

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[The cowboy's communicator comes on with a brief message for the people of Badfic.]

Seems to me that after all that, there's only one thing to do.

[Was he even addressing them? Given it's Jake, it's hard to tell.]

20th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[anyone walking by the parlor will discover a rare sight. Hayato is resting relatively quietly. He's sitting on the couch his bad leg kicked up on the table, and he's watching T.V. more specifically, Star Wars. He's got a notebook on his lap, filled with his schematics and formulas, and off to the side he's got some of his tools and some unfinished mechanisms for his explosives. He's essentially turned the area into his little fort.

He looks up to the movie over the rim of his glasses from time to time, maybe grabbing a handful of popcorn, but over all he's focused on his work.]

Scythe 2 !! Celty !! And this here's mah baby [In person]

[canhazheadkthnx.livejournal.com]

[Waking up in her bedroom had gotten Celty's hopes up - she had assumed she had been brought home. The unfamiliar hallway outside of her room, however, crushed them completely. Though, in turn, this caused a rise of panic - was her horse still around? She hadn't dismissed it, so it still technically should have been...but what if this 'Author' had seen fit to get rid of it? And if that was the case, could she summon it back easily?

Running outside, she soon calms down when she see's, next to a 1967 Impala, her 'bike'. Going over to it, she runs her hands over the handlebars in relief. It was one thing being ripped out of the life she'd gotten used to and away from the person she loved.......You just don't mess with a girls bike

The Manorites may be able to hear her riding outside, as if she's trying to see how far the grounds stretch for.]



((Bother her before she goes riding, or after she gets back - I'm open =3d ))