[So it may look like Cassian has finally felt some form of retribution for running his mouth like a machine gun. The priest on camera has a massive bruise on his jaw, and his lip appears to have just newly scabbed after being split.

Nevertheless, he looks very calm, for once in his time here]

... I feel as if I may have made a mistake in voicing my opinion. I've never been a very polite man, and my mouth gets ahead of me without me thinkin' the words over first. It has always been a personal failing of mine, and I hope from this point out I'll do better to control my temper.

With that bein' said, I owe an apology to our new Guardian for actin' like a child denied a cookie instead of the adult I know that I am. It was uncalled for and rude for me to insult another person like that simply because I personally do not care for them.

Everyone, after all, deserves respect. It is a basic right.

My words were improper, and I should have voiced my dissent more appropriately. Chatter like that before is better left for drunken ramblings than polite conversation, especially in a public forum.

I apologize for my language, and I'll do my best to ensure that I do not lose control of my tongue in an open space such as this again when it comes to important matters.

[For those who know the place called "Fairy Haven" in Fayren, that's exactly what they can see displayed on their screens right now.]

I've looked everywhere...

[The image is trembling, as if the hand holding the communication device was shaking slightly.]

Lucy, Natsu... Even you, Zeira... Are you all really gone?

[A few more seconds, then the feed turns towards a young girl with long blond hair and two small white wing hair clips.]

For those who don't know me yet, my name is Mavis. I'm the First Guild Master of Fairy Tail.

It seems my companions have left, but I know they had offered hospitality and assistance to some of you at Fairy Haven.

Of course, you're welcome to stay. And if any of my guildmates had offered you help with anything, please let me know and I'll be happy to do it in their stead. Until they return.

[She pauses and seems about to turn off the feed, but then adds as an afterthought.]

But if I'm wrong, and any member of Fairy Tail is still here in Genessia, do contact me as soon as you see this.

[And that's all she says. She misses them but she believe they were sent home when they'll be safe and can put the war to an end.]

( [Private message to Zeref] )

[The familiar background of the area around the Bay speaks volumes about what sort of broadcast this is about to be. That and the fact that the red-haired, red-eyed guy holding the phone is squinting at the camera with open suspicion.]

Oi.

[There's already a cancer stick dangling from his lips, because he has priorities, thank you.]

This is some real bull shit.

[The newcomer takes his cigarette out of his mouth long enough to flick ash onto the ground, then it's back again. He takes a drag, and then blows smoke at the camera.]

How 'bout... whoever is pulling the strings on this illusion or whatever, show himself, so I can kick his ass already. Sounds fair to me.

 Radec is busy half listening to the hologram woman talk to him on how he arrived as he turned and frowned.

"That doesn't explain how the hell I'm ALIVE again!"

Nothing much changed as the woman never really answered his question, leaving the Col. scowling.

In this world, Radec felt out of place. Not only was he no longer on Helghan or surrounded by soldiers, he was now walking through grass while he eyes the setting for someone new.

In reality, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

The annoyed soldier disappeared in "stealth" mode, making him "invisible" to the eye unless otherwise. 

( Chambers and Wyverns Pt. 5, TL;DR under the cut. )

[Anon, Audio]

Alright. So several people have been asking for a tailor, and I'm going to join in; but for me budget is a concern and I don't want fancy or frilly crap. I need work clothes. The more durable the better.

Also, welcome. I guess. If you don't know where you are; join the crowd. If you're the nervous sort and need to get from point A to point B, I suggest you ask for Jolly Eddy's.

[You're welcome Namur; advertising at it's finest.]