Action: Fairy Haven, Master's Quarters - Open to any member of Fairy Tail or anyone who lives in Fayren Haven

{ It would be quiet; barely audible, depending on where one was in the sprawling compound that Fairy Tail calls home. It was unmistakably Zeref's voice, but there could be none other heard. It might sound as if he were just... talking to himself. }

I almost gave this to them, you know. I was curious to know what they would have done with it.

{ There's the sound of rustling. Zeref sounded slightly sleepy, if one bothered to listen, as if he had only just woken up despite it being the middle of the afternoon. Maybe he was up late? }

What would they have done? Destroyed it? Opened it? They would have been in for a surprise if they had.

{ Whoever he's speaking to doesn't respond. If one bothers to peek into the room... he's speaking to a book laying on a desk parallel to the bed, propped up against the wall. Completely seriously, as if the book were alive and he was somehow expecting it to respond.

Suddenly, Zeref sighs, reaching for the white, outer-layer of his robe, unceremoniously discarded at the foot of the bed. He pulls it on, over the rest of his outfit. }

Why do I bother? I doubt you can hear me, anymore. I wonder if you're even alive in our world without this.

Text - OTA

I'd like to pose a rhetorical question, if I may. Much has been made about the issue of necromancy, in this world. The act of reanimating the dead into 'undead,' as the term I've been hearing up until now.

What I've heard little about is resurrection. Not merely reanimating the dead; restoring life itself. Reversing death. Bringing a soul back from the afterlife and returning it to this world. In my world, it is taboo, regardless of the circumstances or how unfair or undeserved the death was.

Death is ultimately meaningless in this world, at least for those of us with amulets. When one of us dies, we reawaken in the Bay, even if doing so often has a price. Regardless, I've heard some of us say that impermanent death cheapens it.

Why this distinction? What difference is there, truly, between necromancers, and whomever, or whatever it was that brought us here reducing death to a mere transaction?

[No, no he can't just make a post being a normal person with normal wishes and hopes and dreams doing normal person things.

Yes everything is a commercial.

He's evil.

Everything is a commercial forever and you can't skip it hahahahahaha

Everyone's favorite abomination appears on screen, smiling as always, those teeth just as... unsettling as always, boxes carefully stacked up behind him.]

Blow out sale on bombs and mines this week, for any and all who may be interested in forcibly excising the immobile anchor in your life.

Permanently clear the way with your choice of C-4, mines, TnT, timed and switch activated detonation devices and, of course-

[Black Hat hefts what looks like a jiggling, pinkish ball of sticky jello, tossing it casually in one gloved hand.]

Sticky bombs.

Free demonstrations today.

[PRIVATE 2 FLUG]

Flug.

I've set about the necessary work of regaining the hat mansion, I'm not tolerating another blasted night in that stinking hellhole of an apartment.

I'd rather carve a nest into a dead horse.

WHO: Cassian Andor & K-2SO
WHAT: Three people have been murdered in Attleton by being tied to a stake and set on fire. The reason behind this is unknown, Cassian and Kay are out to catch the criminal.
WHEN: Starts on Sunday until they catch the culprit.
WHERE: Attleton & possible other cities
WARNINGS: Rogue One characters. Yes that deserves a warning.

( Burn baby burn )

[Usually, this channel is all video all the time.

Which... makes this... odd.]

Hey kids!

Are you good at puzzles?

Looking to bone up on your human hand anatomy, but that A&P book is just too fucking pricey?

Are cadavers too impermanent for you?

Come on down to Wade's kitchen and learn through an intensive, fully interactive, two hour long program on how to reassemble a human hand that accidentally got caught in a Nutri-Ninja.

... Bring bleach.

[His shoes are wet, the hems of his pants are wet, and Pagan Min is Not Happy.]

What. The. Fuck. I was in the middle of something!

Usually, I try not to much up the airwaves [wow you liar] but since I was all but fucking invited - who do I talk to about replacing my fucking shoes?