( 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. )

[Caleb felt the traces of phosphorus squelched between his fingers. His hands shook as soot and smoke covered his hands. He knew that this was not the spell's doing. Wall of fire created exactly what the name entailed. A wall of flames, it did not teleport the caster to some random location in some strange city.

Maybe he passed out in the battle field and this was some odd fever dream. Or perhaps his spell failed and he was now dead. Instead standing around just being confused and lost in this strange city, he decided to take a seat on a wooden bench. It was better to sit and be confused than stand around. At least he knew with his dirty clothes, that probably smelled vaguely of low tide, he wouldn't draw too much attention to himself. Just the way he liked it.]

I think it's time we have a look around, ja?

[He whispered to a lump in his shabby looking coat. Pointed cat ears and green eyes poked out of his clothes. The bengal cat nuzzled under Caleb's chin before he hopped out of Caleb's clothes and slowly started to saunter away from his master and down the sidewalk. Hopefully a cat will be able to move a bit quicker than a human, and people (for the most part) tend to be nicer to cats.As he watched Frumpkin leave, Caleb pulled his hood over his head and slouched over his legs in a waiting position.]

( The video starts with a shot of Molly sitting in what looks to be a pretty nice bedroom. His bedroom, that a few from the Hero House might recognize. He seems to be adjusting to get the best angle, lips parting to speak after a few seconds when a knock comes from the door somewhere behind him. )

( Hizashi just… swings the door open, hand still on the door knob as he leans in, outfit and hair casual vs the stupid goddamn hero shit he wears when he’s teaching )

HEEEEEEEEY, look alive Molly! I’m headed out to take care of some work stuff, you need anything, dude?

Hold that thought. ( Molly says to the camera first before turning to look over his shoulder at the intruder. A pause, and then he finally shrugs and says - )

Not that I can think of, but thanks anyway, Daddy. ( It’s said without any change in expression, like he hadn’t even thought of the implications or the words coming out of his mouth. He might have done that on purpose, but it’s hard to tell. )

( Hizashi lifts a hand to wave dismissively halfway through what Molly’s saying having assumed as much, but the motion halts awkwardly by the end of it. The visual record scratch can almost be heard through body language, honestly. All at once though, he whips back around, shooting Molly a wide eyed, startled sort of expression. )

D- ...wHAT?! ( Oh. The volume in that one word is phenomenally loud by the time it ends. There’s a little feedback in the video, static and everything for a moment until it just … cuts out completely. )

( ooc: replies can and will come from either of these morons. pray it's not molly. )

[A badly focused video comes first, early in the morning hours. It shows part of an armored chest, when it actually focuses enough to be actually recognized as anything at all. Then there's the sound of murmuring, and Fenris saying something rather intense sounding in a language unknown to most. And then he's saying something to someone named Hawke, who's laughter follows after. Whatever is going on, it's amusing them. It's a loud chaotic mess otherwise comprised of the general noises of someone examining a phone without having a clue of how to use one, while wearing clawed gauntlets.

Oh, nice. There's a focused and clear look at a lap now. With even more noise to go with it. Another intense sounding statement that's probably a curse comes after. The phone is dropped suddenly, and the feed ends.]


[Later, mid-afternoon, Fenris manages to post to the network again. This time nothing can be heard clearly, just rustling of fabric and motion. And it's a decently long audio clip, only ending with the sound of the phone hitting the floor, and turning off because of the impact.]


[Finally, late in the evening, a text is sent out.]

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( Molly sits in all his fabulous glory on a bed, coat off; scars and tattoos bared for the world to see with his undershirt wide open. The baubles and trinkets adorning his horns and neck are being carefully removed as he films himself, half making a show of it because why wouldn't he. )

Tell me a story, Genessia.

( A simple request, he thinks. A silver chain drops into his palm, and he adds it to a growing pile on the nightstand. )

Something interesting. Something exciting - maybe even something you never told any one else before.

Who: Hizashi Yamada (vociferates), Mollymauk Tealeaf (blingking)
What: what up he's Molly, he's ?? years old, and never learned how to read.
When: now
Where: Some park, a bark, the stupid apartments for newbies
Warnings: none???? Is Molly a warning? Stupidity.

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[The weather at this point in the afternoon is pretty nice, but Hizashi isn't out to really enjoy the weather, rather he's out doing errands. Grocery shopping is the big one, and he's currently carrying a couple of small plastic sacks with odds and ends in them as he strides through the park as a sort of short cut back towards home. He's largely lost in thought as he passes under a shade covered area of the park but he's pulled out of his idle thoughts when he realizes there's more people around than normal for this time of day.

Now that he's paying attention, THAT'S when he notices a handful of people standing around someone who, honestly, is hard to miss. The guy might not be very tall but well, even as used to strange appearances as Hizashi is, horns, purple skin and red eyes makes a person stand out. So, he wanders over, peering over the shoulder of someone else to see what was up.

Card tricks...? He thinks? His brows pinch together and shoot upwards.]

Spending your afternoon entertaining, huh? [there's a wide grin on his face when he finally speaks up.]

[Ace is sitting and staring, brows furrowed a little. This whole situation has really gotten him frustrated. He went from either dying, or being damn close to it, to this. And while he's absolutely fine with not having his life ended, there's no amount of questions that are unanswered and he's worried for the people left behind. He really did screw up, there was so much he could have done differently, so much trouble he could have saved for those who had to suffer because of his choices and convictions. He's not even sure that his attempt to save his brother worked, and he's not certain he can handle not knowing if those left behind will be okay or not.

It's easier to live without regrets when death is actually the end and you don't have to experience any further consequences.

And now, he's got this second chance but it's overwhelming somehow. He's not going to take for granted a round two at life, but where to go from here when everything is so new and different is exhausting to think about. And somehow exciting too. He's got an idea of what he needs to do, but he's still a little in shock about the whole situation.

After about a minute, he realizes that he's been filming himself, and actually decides to speak.]

Okay, so I'm-[Ace stops mid-sentence, and his head rolls back at an awkward angle. And he starts to snore, while the camera just keeps recording. This goes on for quite a while, unfortunately. And then as suddenly as he passed out, he jerks upright again and blinks. It's a confusing day as is, and narcolepsy doesn't help with that.] Damn. Happened again. Anyway, I'm Ace. If you've got any good information that might help a guy out, I might make it worth your while. [He probably won't.]