[Needless to say, Haku's... none too pleased at waking up in what is essentially a coffin and finding that, no, this isn't the afterlife. This is the second time he hasn't been allowed to move on and it's honestly starting to get old.

He'd taken in the information simply enough, filing away the necessary parts as well as anything that might be later, into the back of his mind. A shinobi always took opportunities where they could and he was no exception even now.

This... device could communicate to groups of people and he's going to take advantage of that almost immediately.

Which might explain why he's a little too close to the screen before backing off.]

I have two important questions:

One: What is the working age here?
And two: Is there something akin to shinobi in this place? I... may be interested in speaking more to those that are familiar with the term or are close enough to such.

WHO: Theodora and You!
WHERE: Mostly Attleton, Fayren, and Nova (but anywhere there's a breeze really)
WHAT: all the things

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[The face that fills the network isn't a pleasant one. It's an older man's face, not unpleasant to look at--Irish complexion and coloring with pale skin, the faintest hint of broadly scattered freckles, slate grey eyes, and a neatly trimmed, vivid red goatee that matches the red hair streaming well past his shoulders. His brow is furrowed, his mouth turned down in a peevish scowl...

...then he holds his smart phone at arm's length, and more of the picture comes together.

For one thing, his look is very 'biker chic' courtesy of the chain around his neck, and the black leather vest he wears over a matching wifebeater. His arms are sleeved in intricate tattoos in a myriad of surprisingly vivid colors--mostly black and white, with the occasional splash of red, violet, green, or blue. There's plenty of canvas, given the newcomer's muscular build: broad shoulders, thick arms with subtle definition--not showy, but it's a body built for a heavy work load it's clearly accustomed to.

That's the other thing, and probably the main reason the man in question is so damn unhappy looking, and that's his size. The arm holding out the smart phone is long enough to get a nicely framed shot of him, and the backdrop of a room from the Genessia Commonspace. Based on some of the markers of his surroundings compared to the level of his head as he stands there, one might be able to peg his height somewhere in the uncomfortable range of well over six and a half feet...okay, closer to seven.

Even in his human guise--an approximation of the body he once inhabited as a living man--the Shade, Lord of the Vale and Reaper of the Wayward, sometimes known as Gentle Death, is too damn large to exist in the world around him.]

I been here five damn minutes, busted myself at least three times on somethin', and suffice to say I ain't remotely happy.

[The voice is deep, pleasant save for the aggravation in his tone, the accent Southern to those familiar with it--definitely something Texan, for anyone that might come from Earth or be familiar with that region.]

I get I'm stuck here. Can't do nothin' 'bout that. [Lord knows he's tried, and he can't transport himself anywhere but where he's at. Can't even move between the damn cities without that stupid amulet, a visible lump tucked under his wifebeater.] But at the very least, they could make the space a little more habitable for them of us that ain't goddamn ants.

[He glances over his shoulder towards the bed--thank God he has no need for sleep. Turning back to his phone, his scowl, impossibly, deepens.]

If I can't get out? I'm gettin' me somewhere I can stretch my damn legs for a spell. Anyone who knows where a body can get a decent room? Gets a round on me. Wherever there is in this godsforsaken world to drink, at any rate.

[Minako is seated at her desk. There's a serious issue she wants to address, and she clears her throat.]

Because of--

[NEWSPAPER'D.]

[Minako's head snaps back as a twirling newspaper crashes through her office window and beans her smack in the face. She bolts to her feet, snatching up the newspaper and racing to the window.]

You mean-spirited little punk! Get back here and say you're sorry! Window damages are coming out of your tips, do you hear me?! --Don't you pedal away from me!

[If you're waiting for her to come back, you've got a long wait. She's gone. The feed shuts off automatically.]

Quick announcement or update or whatever. Given how helpful she's been in the past, and her experience with the supernatural, I'm officially Deputizing Sakuya Izayoi.

I understand she has other obligations, so her employment will be more on a contractor type of payment. Paid for work done, etc. but leaving her hours up to her, or when an emergency calls for it. Oh, and Sakuya, your first assignment is to find me as old a camcorder as possible. Bill it to the office. I've got plans.

Who: Anastasia & Arro.
Where: Fayren Woods
When: A Saturday, after this chat

[On a Saturday following a phone call with one Arro Caine, Anastasia was well on her way to the clearing in Fayren Woods where she last demonstrated her destruction magic for his study, one that is said would benefit her too.

Dressed in one of her standard casual attire, Anastasia awaits Arro's arrival while her Ribombee flutters hither and yon doing bug things.

She checked her watch with a low vocal question.]

Hmm... Did I come too early?