ITP: A Legend Arrives [Action;Morning]

[croigaiscioch.livejournal.com]

[There was silence as a man lying face down on the ground unconscious, which is already a sort of unusual sight in Prospero.

What's even weirder is the fact that the male was wearing armor not of this age, as well as the signs of blood caking the pavement.

...Ah, looks like the man is stirring]

...Urgh, what the hell happened?

[You might want to help this guy out before he hurts himself.]

[Video]

[antisavior.livejournal.com]

[There’s a glimpse of something white on the screen. There’s the familiar hair of Allen’s (or is it Neah?) white hair.

Then there’s his clothes. White cape, a mask not unlike those from masquerade over his face, he quirks a smile at the phone. Through the eye holes are glimpses of yellow eyes.

Neah?]

Sensitive little devices, aren’t they? Yet quite durable enough to withstand abuse, but not always. Press something down as much as possible, and they will break.

Always. [His smile grew, twirling the phone in his hand, making those who’s watching the video see a spinning view before he stops.] Not like that matters. After all, there’s things to do and no one want a broken puppet to help them.

No one.