Well. Earlier this month, I had my hatchday. Not that I did anything special for it. There wasn't anything to do, really. Not in this world.

In the next order of business, a small group and I have defeated a pair of undead wyverns. That particular situation was of a personal interest to me, because it struck closer to home than I'd like to admit. Something very similar is happening in my own world, but on a much larger scale. I refuse to allow anything like that to happen here.

And since whoever reanimated those creatures has yet to be found, it's safe to assume that we can expect to see more of them at some point. We must tackle the problem at its source. Raising the bodies of the deceased to be used as tools is one thing I will not stand for. No body or soul should be torn from death to be bound to someone else's will. For any reason. They've lived their lives. Let them rest in peace.

[The dragon lets out a deep sigh, calming himself before his rage rises.]

That's all I wanted to say.

Who: Cassian Lynch and Tannusen
Where: Cass' subarchway house
What: These issues don't dissipate for love or for convenience. Tannusen usually isolates when he's in A Mood, but he won't always catch it in time. This is one of those times.
Warnings: Discussion of past on-camera murder, and mental illness.

Normally, Tannusen kept closer track of his... moods. Normally, he'd have been gone for the day, sent a text to let Cassian know he was fine, and been gone probably the next night and day as well. Before Lil, he would have just retreated into Velvet's basement during the night to avoid people. At the moment, he didn't have an actual plan in place and that was probably another symptom of his growing... lax.

Comfortable, he'd let things slip and didn't even realize it yet.

The growing unease scratching away at the back of his mind had been easy to write off as background noise; the tiger currently standing in the kitchen at the house chopping some vegetable or other for some thing or other he was making. Cooking had been something he'd taken up for the house as soon as he and Trahearne had moved in with Cassian, and the sylvari's disappearance hadn't put a halt to that. He just made a little less, that was all.

The knife slid easily into carrots and then came through them at the end with a definite chop! Tannusen stared down at his work with a slightly sour expression, his thoughts really starting to sink down and be swallowed in static.

Sliiiiide-chop!

[It was as Weiss said.

One day, Regis was here enjoying a peaceful evening at his home and next he was gone. Death had claimed him once more. He had returned to nothingness into the bleak afterlife only to be reawakened yet again. Regis didn't think he would be returned to this land, back to Genessia. He thought his days were done and prophecy fulfilled. Fate had been exceeding cruel towards him, so never once did he think a miracle would occur.

Despite being returned in a rather dishelved state slightly drenched thanks the pier and blood upon his person, Regis only has one person on his mind.

...Correction, two .]

Do I dare ask if my son is here? [ The last he seen of Noctis, the young man was passed out upon the sofa prior to his disappearance.] His name is Noctis.

Noctis Lucis Caelum.

[His heart will ache if his son is no longer here in this world but Regis is hopeful.]

In turn, is Weiss Schnee still present? If so, I request an audience with her. It's been quite a long time since last paid her a visit.

"I can't say that this was what I was expecting." he mumbles. "I hope I haven't been out for long..."

At the Bay, a video feed opens up to a young man in what appears to be darkened school uniform. His short hair a little swept over his eyes and his face honestly looking a little tired. After a moment, he fiddles around with an old MP3 player and slips its headphones on, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Behind him, a Genessia new-visitor box already opened and emptied, discarded. He only pulls his hands out-of-pocket to check the phone. His face seems disinterested and tired, or otherwise very concentrated in trying to see how it worked. It seems he left the phone nearby and he tripped the feed by mistake. A small hint of recognition in his eyes.

"It's already on. Huh." A pause as he thinks of what to say. "Hey, if anyone's out there, I wouldn't mind some directions?" He hastily makes sure he's got everything. The boy shrugs as he looks for the button to switch off the feed. "...Might as well take a look around in the meantime."

[Minato's wandering around The Bay for now, feel free to respond for video or action!]