[The video cuts on, though the camera's lens is completely obscured by a strangely bright blue glow. The communicator is placed down on a table and the blue glow recedes and resolves itself into a claws, monstrous hand. The claw is attached to a teenager with bright blue eyes and snow white hair who can't be older than 17. He looks less than happy and he crosses his arms over his chest. Interestingly, his other hand is totally human in appearance. There is an open box of pepperoni pizza on the table next to him. About half of it is eaten.]
So yeah. I got the memo. This is the City, there's no way out, you're a hero no, blah blah blah... But I have to tell you, I'm a special case! [he plays with the dogtags around his neck idly] Even though there's free housing and handouts and stuff... I have someone important to get home to, you know? And a whole island of people who are probably really confused. [he takes a slice of the pizza and eats on it, chewing thoughtfully]
Pfft. I'm sure Dante would love this place. This hero-y crap would make him laugh so hard... [another bite, more thoughtful chewing] I mean, there aren't even any demons here to fight! What am I supposed to do?! Pain in the ass.
[he rolls his head around on his neck a bit, popping it. He then pulls up some large headphones that had previously been hanging around his neck up to his ears. He then kicks a leg up on the table and kicks the communicator over, with the intent of turning it off and looking so cool; that doesn't happen. Instead it gives a wonderful view of Nero's ceiling. There is the sound of a scooting chair and Nero grumbling and cursing. He reaches to turn it off, grumbling the whole way.]
you frickin' piece of crap, you were supposed to turn off when I kicked y-- [click]