[A quiet gasp escapes Regis once the phone suddenly turns on after a moment or two of fiddling around with it. He makes an odd figure upon the camera, especially since he's accidentally holding the phone upside down. It takes a moment for the regal gentleman to realize his mistake but once he does, he turns it right up again.

The King of Lucis wears no gold. There's hints of silver in his hair in the form of a horn-like crown, silver upon his clothing and hints of silver mixed within those bright sea green eyes. However, he wears no gold. He fits the appearance of a 'lord' of some kind either way by just his demeanor alone. Certainly not your average looking old codger at least. Though, he certainly looks particularly vexed as he stares into this phone.

Regis doesn't know what to make of this strange phenomenon and it shows in his glare.]

Tell me, is it customary for holograms to greet newcomers?

[There's a dry laugh that follows. The sarcasm is heavy.]

WHO: Emerald and Mercury
WHAT: A rough night, some troubling realizations, realizing the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree.
WHEN: Late night/early morning.
WHERE: UF Lounge + Living Space, Room 103
WARNINGS: Alcoholism, mentions of child abuse, mentions of parental murder, mentions of other abusive relationships, accidental abuse, violence, prooobably more but those are the main ones. This thread is full of triggers so you know, don't read it if that's an issue. Mercury and Emerald are incredibly screwed up people and they're going to be dealing with at least a little bit of it in this thread.

( cut because of the aforementioned warnings )

What's a guy gotta do ta get a real job round these parts anyway?

[Where's Kani been? None of your damn business. Looks like he's inside though. Probably in the cheapo apartments, because... Well jobs are hard to get when you're so used to just getting whatever you want without effort.

Not to say that still hasn't been happening, but professional vocal hypnotist sounds mildly unsettling. He'll pick looking unemployed.]

Ain't like I've been here fer a whole stinkin' month.

Gotta be a few places 'round here that need a good act in 'em, right?

[There's a splash. The communicator, which had been sitting off to the side and directed somewhere off into space, was snagged, yanked down to the proper level the siren sat at.

In the tub.

Glamour off because well who cares. Silver fins are half draped out of the tub, not nearly as impressive as they should have been if they were submerged. He looks cramped in it honestly, but when one needs to be submerged for a certain amount of time to live, beggars cannot be choosers.]

I mean where else is anyone here gonna find a real siren ta sing fer 'em huh? No where that's where. Be damn lucky ta have me there amirite?

[Another uncomfortable splash, a clawed and webbed hand passing by the communicator to snag something off camera. Fish, by the look of it]

How am I s'posed ta go lookin' round fer that anyway?