[Action]

[bestamontillado]

[The Manor's picked up another new resident...And this one isn't really advertising his presence. He managed to avoid the trap of the Blackberry doing its usual accidental broadcasts in "greeting", and has taken advantage of the relative quiet to go exploring - yes, he's out at an ungodly hour of morning.]

[For those who're nocturnal, there's someone tall and probably unfamiliar in a long grey coat - with some kind of metal staff that he's using as a walking stick he clearly doesn't actually need; he's not really doing anything more suspicious than being quiet, on guard, and creeping through the hallway looking for clues. He's also got a slight uncanny valley thing going with a hypothetical 30-year-old Mukuro - just enough features in common to be noticeable, but not enough to be "you could be twins", and unlike his successor, both eyes happen to be the same blue and look normal.]

[Any night owls want to newbie greet?]

[action/video]

[ragingforces]

[Tris is not, by any means, someone who was made to be cooped up inside all day. After a few days of trying her best to keep to the room shared with Reborn, she's gone outside to finally scratch that gut-level itch, the feeling that if she doesn't go outside something bad will happen.

So Tris has pretty well gotten herself balanced on the roof of one of the outbuildings, though god only knows how she made it up there in a skirt, with a bookbag.

Not long after, a broadcast starts on the blackberry in her belt-pouch. It was supposedly hers, so she'd put it there, though she's not expecting it to do much. Certainly not play this back.]

( Video post under the cut, possible TW for TRIS HAS BAD PARENTS )

[After the video starts playing, Tris curls up on her perch, clearly huddling up defensively as the wind starts howling. Perhaps on instinct, she's covering the back of her neck with her hands, and if one gets close enough to hear her, they might be able to hear her muttering unhappily about how this just proves it right, she is crazy, or perhaps part elemental, or possessed, or the spawn of something altogether unpleasant. It's almost like some kind of sick and twisted mantra.]

41RST BOMB || HAYATO GOKUDERA || [action/video]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[The feed abruptly cuts on to what looks to be the streets of some old Italian city, and younger Hayato. He was no older than maybe ten or eleven years old, but he was dirty, ragged, banged up, and very thin. He was sitting on a pile of crates trying to get the hang of smoking, letting out a little cough from time-to-time, when a group of four larger men in suits came up to him. The largest man spoke, giving the crate the boy was sitting on a good kick.

( cut for racial slurs and utter assholerly )

Once the memory ends, the video cuts to Hayato looking down irritably at the blackberry from the music room, but he's not surprised. This wouldn't be the first time such a thing had happened after all. It was just annoying as hell at this point. He started to gather his sheet music now that the mood for playing the piano had been thoroughly squashed. He let out an irritated growl.]

Tch. This shit again.

[and he cuts the feed.]