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[notsoholyspirit]

[Video]

[The screen starts on, but the area is dark and shadowed as the man using the phone is still working on managing the camera just right. Currently, he has his fingers over the camera.]

Did anyone see that creepy guy with the mask just a few minutes ago? Who said nothing?

Is this thing even on? Oh, there's a green light--

[Finally, fingers move away from the lens to reveal a pale redhead who peered at the phone with the gaze of someone who was still trying to get the image to clear.

He waits, as if expecting another face to appear to respond, like it would during a proper mirror call. Uncertain if that was how this phone worked, he sighed.]

Well, I'm not sure if anyone is watching, but the my name is Spirit Albarn, Death Scythe. And my daughter is here too. If you so much as touch her, I will kill you.

[Not the best intro there, Spirit.]

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[notsoholyspirit]

[Spirit tilts his head.]

Oh...you've met Maka and Ki--Lord Death. Yeah.

I can't help it. She's my little girl...

[Spirit glances away from the camera, rubbing the back of his head with a small frown.]

...I almost lost her in the fight in the kishin. A Papa is supposed to protect his child.

[lost_heart]

Hm...is that so?

[His father would sooner shoot him between the eyes then protect him. He was nothing but a tool to that man.]

She's lucky to have someone that cares so much for her.

[notsoholyspirit]

[Spirit looks away from the camera and shrugs.]

It's the least I could do. I haven't been a great father.

...[turning private to Spirit WITH STRICT SECURITY] [UNAHACKABLE]

[lost_heart]

[Quinn watches the man for a moment, eyebrows creasing before he releases a sigh.]

...Look here mate, I don't bloody know what you all did in the past, okay?

[Whoa, yeah thick English accent is out.]

And I could less. You didn' go and beat the eva lovin shit outta her. You didn' constrict her to one path in her life. You didn' sell her to the black market to pay off ye debts.

You seem to care about her, she may not appreciate that now but she will in time.

You don't get a choice who your parents are...I mean my mum was a whore, still is. I used ta hate her...We rarely saw each other and I got so much shite because of it. And I really railed on her after everything came out bout who my father is...The entire world knew before I did.

But there comes a time when you have screwed up so...FUCKING bad, that the world just crumbles around ya. And in that time it's good to know that someone out their gives a shit. And when that time came for me, she was their like a bat out of hell. Every argument, everything that happened in the past, didn't matter anymore.

She’s my mum, you’re her pops. Just keep trying to be there for her.

[Switches back to normal subtle accent]

And keep all that to yourself, alright?

[ooc: I feel I need a disclaimer. I AM IN NO WAY FROM ENGLAND, and pretty sure I went irish midway..just use your imaginations.]

[turning private to Spirit WITH STRICT SECURITY] [UNAHACKABLE]

[notsoholyspirit]

[Spirit stares at the screen for a solid minute before replying.]

Ah. Uh...right.

I... won't tell anyone.

[Staaaaaaaaaaaare.]

[Ooc: man Spirit's reaction is essentially mine lol]

[lost_heart]

[...Sigh...]

Whatever, you get the point.

If you don't well I tried.

[He gets points for that right? Actually cruddy points he doesn't even need to remember any of this happened.]

Just take care of your daughter and stop worrying about how cruddy of a parent you were. Looking in the past won't change bugger all.

[Quinn has said enough to you sir, he doesn't even know why. Maybe it's because you remind him of his mom in some ways...Cept you seem more like one of her clienteles.]

[notsoholyspirit]

[100% more likely to be like one if her clients.

He sighs. ]

I get the point. You just surprised me there, is all. Can't do much else but your best, right?

By the way, please call me Spirit...Mr. Al barn makes me feel old. I don't think I caught your name.

[lost_heart]

[Oh wonderful, their may come a day during his part time job protecting the local girls at the clubs that he'll have to throw your drunk ass out the door. Don't worry, he'll throw you gently.]

Yes.

Spirit it is, then.

[He scratches the back of his head.

Well I told your Daughter and her friend to call me Quinn, so may do the same.

[Usually prefers to be called by title, but such titles don't mean anything in this foreign land. Here he's just Quinn Stirling.]

[notsoholyspirit]

[Careful where you pick him up, Spirit can turn into a weapon and stab you. Yeah like he'd be able to do that drunk. Shh]

Thank you, Quinn.

[He smiles weakly, now certain that he has no idea how to approach this strange kid. Outbursts, painfully formal...

Actually, it almost reminds him of Kid himself.]