[Voice/Video | Joint post... with myself... yay... Replies from both.]

[kindofademon]

[The sounds of two people walking can be heard.]

Go away.

But I just want to ask some questions about demons-

I don't want to talk to you, you're creepy.

It'll only take a second-

You said that about half an hour ago.

[Walking sounds speed up.]

Come ooooon. I don't know any other demons.

Too bad, I don't like you and I'm not going to tell you a thing.

You're gonna make me settle for people who know people who are demons, and that's not as reliable. Though they're easier to threaten.

[Zett stops walking.]

You know, you should have said something like that last week.

Huh, why?

Zio.

[The probably-familiar sounds of a lightning attack.]

Owwwwww!

Don't bother either of us again!

[Zett stomps off, but the recording continues until Ryuunosuke recovers again to turn on the video. He looks badly singed.]

Some people you just can't reason with...

[Recording off.]

⚓ 015; [video/action]

[hellburner]

[One could have heard the loud reports of cannon fire throughout Prospero in the Dark Hour, dozens upon dozens of explosions and jubilant shouting of a woman fighting Shadows.]

Ah...shit.

[But that was not the image the network was met with just after the Dark Hour ended. Rider looked like something of a mess. It almost seemed as though she collapsed, phone having fallen beside her. Dark circles were clearly present under her eyes, and there was something off about the video, as though there was static or some kind of corrupted data...or was it less the video and actually the air around her?]

[Scowling, Rider forced herself to move and push herself halfway up on her arms...damn, this really wasn't going to work. Her breath was ragged and forced, skin pale and breaking out in a cold sweat.]

Goddamn it...Shinji, where are you when I...need your useless self...?