[Zoisite spent an hour fixing his hair and uniform before turning on the video feed. He may have glanced at the information packets, or at least the cover, but frankly he's not that interested in learning where this is or why he's here. He'd much rather attack a convenient target with cherry blossoms or fire...unfortunately, no one's here to attack. So he must settle for venting his spleen to whoever will listen.

So after reading the instructions for the video feed with clenched teeth, he begins to speak.]

Is this someone's idea of a joke? Because it's not funny, and I'm sure those pesky Sailor Guardians had something to do with it! I'm not sure what they did or how I got here, but mark my words, Sailor Guardians! When next we meet, I will pay you back for this in spades!

 [Somebody has gotten better at using the device that was given to her, because now you can actually see the blonde for the most part and she doesn't look happy while holding the sunday paper.]

Okay, is this going to be happening a lot or something? Because this is the second time that this paper has broken one of my windows. I just got it repaired too...

[With that, she'll show the broken window in question before moving it back in her direction. If you look closely enough, you might notice her walls have a few things here and there that Rapunzel has painted.]

.... However.... I am in need of a job and I see that there's something about a popcorn artist? I'm not really sure what popcorn is but.... I'd love to get a job where I can paint if it's possible.

But then I also saw something about a shrine in there? I don't know if I'm really spiritual, but I'm pretty good at cleaning?

Anyways, that aside... Could somebody please tell whoever is delivering these papers to be a little more careful? I don't really have a lot of bills to keep repairing my windows and it's too cold out to have a broken window.
 

Heeeellooooooooooooo people of the net! You know that huge tower that showed up out of nowhere, you know the one that looks like a bunch of crap shoved together that's like a million stories tall...

[ Turning the recorder around, she points it toward the tower that she's apparently only a few hundred feet away from. ]

Yeah. That one!

[ Then the screen is full of her face. ]

After giving it some thought... [ That lasted about ten seconds... ] I've decided that I'm gonna raid it!

[ So much grinning. She is practically beaming with excitement! ]

There's probably lots of fun stuff inside! And even if there's not... I think I see monsters from here... and I'm booooooored.

Ooooooooooh! And there has to be a throne in there! That weirdo guy said he was a god or something like that. So that means that there has to be a throne that he sits on when he's doing all his godly things, right?!  YES! And I'm gonna sit on it!

[ Clearly from her expression, she thinks this is a brilliant idea, and it's going to be tough convincing her otherwise! ]

So! WHO'S WITH ME?!

[ ooc: Action threads can happen but the storming of Kefka's tower will start over on this post! ]

So, this is what it has come to.

{ Zeref isn't in the Tartaros headquarters. He actually appears to be in downtown Everglade, staring at the sky. The Genessia Tribune is still in his hand, rolled up. }

I didn't want to believe it, but we no longer have a choice. { He sighs, and his muscles suddenly tense. } It's been four hundred years for me, but I am not going to sit idly by while history repeats itself.

{ Black energy began swirling around Zeref, and some ivy hanging on a nearby building conspicuously rots, and dies, the leaves falling the ground behind him. The feed then abruptly ends. }

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