Ah. So that is what they mean about being sent home and summoned back at random. How... disorienting. I would prefer it if the spirits would choose not to make a habit of this. Especially to do it in this kind of weather.

[He doesn't very much appreciate it. He doesn't like being tossed between worlds so haphazardly, and with complete disregard to whatever he may have been doing at the time. Rude, Spirits. Just rude. That is no way to treat a prince! Not to mention the weather is hot, and he's in heavy black armor. And the sun is blinding. How do people stand it?]

Seeing that I was sent home a few months ago, I am certain I've fallen quite behind. If someone would be so kind to inform me of the important details, I would be appreciative. Particularly that in any GSRF revelations, as well as Fayren and Attleton's Guardianships.

[Because he does not see Azura or Dante's names anywhere, and frankly, he's pretty miffed by that. Annoyed, even. Possibly angry. Maybe.]

... that said, I shall be resuming my teachings at the Ivory Tower, and I better not hear that students chose to neglect their studies in my absence. I would rather not deal with problem students in my first returning week.

I am so glad jobs here don't do background checks. Or age checks. Or care about carrying a sword on you at work.

[Here's Rose, on the network, again, this time wearing a sort of military-ish uniform.]

Hi, I'm Rose, come drink at the Hangar Queen, this place is great, I'm a bartender now.

( Another exciting night out on the town brings Mollymauk back into the house at about, say, 8 am? Too early for a man who has yet to sleep, if his current disheveled and half dressed state are any indication. Still, he kicks the door open and trots inside like he owns the place (little does he know, right?), announcing his arrival with a loud: )

I’m home! Hope you didn’t miss me too-- ( He pauses, surprised at first by the stillness of the house, and then by the figure resting on the couch. )

[Said figure is staring at her device, rapidly scrolling up and down the contacts list. Muttering under her breath in a trembling voice,] Gone… Gone, gone… Where are you…

[The movement of Molly’s entrance snaps her out of the strange trance. Satou turns her head, eyes wide and filled with tears. Her mutters stop, giving way to complete silence. And then, a terrible screech.]

THERE’S ONLY YOU! [is this good or bad? It’s hard to tell as a breakdown takes hold.]

( Of all the things he expected in that brief moment, it sure as hell wasn’t a harpy-esque screech. Molly’s phone drops out of his hand in surprise, clattering to the floor to show an upside down shot of the tiefling now holding his head in his hands. Why was he filming this to begin with? Who knows, he’s drunk or high or just too tired to remember. Either way, everyone can hear him shouting back, his own tone confused and slightly alarmed: )

What the hell are you talking about?! ( Then a pause as he looks up again, one eye closed in a wince of pain. ) ...Are you crying?

[Satou barely gives him a chance to speak. Her sobbing has not stopped and only grows louder when questioned.] They’re all gone! Hizashi-san, Toshinori-saanngh, [She covers her face again and screams. That scream translates into “Aizawa” in harpy.]

( Hizashi would be proud of her screeching, were he still here. Molly continues to stare, stepping forward only when Satou’s yelling is more sobs than ear-shattering screams. Another confused “huh” coming out of him as he absently kicks his phone across the room, turning it off when it bounces into the wall. The last thing heard over the network is him simply asking: ) What do you mean they’re all gone--Ugh. ( Then, darkness. )


( ooc: replies can come from either??? maybe??? probably molly mostly. )