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[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

[[The video feed blinks on, swishing past blurring footage of a small kitchen. The microphone crackles as frantic hands turn the device over, and the view finally focuses on the face of a visibly shaken Fakir.]]

Shit, shit, shit!

Ahiru, Carley. . . [[A short pause. He can't readily remember any other names.]] Anyone who receives this. Mytho is missing; he left this morning. If anyone needs to know, I can give a better description, but I think all anyone needs to know is that he's around my age, and has white hair and gold eyes. I doubt those traits are all that common. If you see him, don't approach him. Just inform me immediately. He's under the influence of something that's making him act... not like himself. Do not go near him; I can't be sure how he'll react.

Ahiru, you need to contact me right now. Or get over here. Or something.

[[As he says this, he looks down at the com anxiously, expectantly.]]

Comments

:P

[hittheroadjack.livejournal.com]

Okay!

....Wait.

In what sense "not exactly himself"?

Is he going to make people black out again?

and by people I mean me?

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

So you were the one he tried with last time? . . .Not surprised.

[hittheroadjack.livejournal.com]

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Do you want help, or not?

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Yes!