capeandcowl | observation six; voice

It seems that with the inclusion of eight hours sleep in my schedule, time moves distressingly fast. I did not know two weeks could pass so quickly! In order to make up for this lost time, I will address several matters at once. [efficiency! ... or so he thinks anyway]

Why do humans of this Earth celebrate a holiday about a very strange imPort?

Jesus Christ, I do not appreciate your cat image attachments and it is rude to force your bizarre human holidays onto me. While I may have asked [~~forced~~] Yuma to purchase a dead pine tree to decorate with many bright lights and colorful round bulbs, it was because they were quite pretty and did not have much to do with your horribly hairy, four-legged abominations. To be honest I am reluctant to fully partake in your holiday and would appreciate it that you never send me another e-mail again.

[clears this throat] Now, onto other matters...

On November 27th, ten cards were scattered across the City. A friend of mine managed to reclaim some of them. It is of utmost importance that anyone who possesses these cards return them to me immediately.

They are dangerous. I'm aware that it is strange that something so simple could cause such devastation, but they are more than just cards.

They are pieces of my memory.

They bind to Duelists and amplify the desires in their heart; it's logical they take the form of an object only a Duelist yields.

What happened that week far exceeded my expectations. I never thought they were capable of mutating inanimate objects. I also did not know their influence could be so widespread. If you or anyone else were acting strangely during that period, it is extremely likely to be due to them.

I've been informed there are more Duelists in this world, much more than I originally thought. I urge you not handle them. While it is possible to overcome their influence on your own, such instances are rare. In my current state, I do not have power necessary to extract them from your body should they bind to you.

They are black cards and written in my native language. If you have one, Yuma will be the one to reclaim them. [translation: it is cold and I don't want to, so I'm going to make the person I threw out a window go instead]

[a beat, if you think the feed will end here you are so wrong]

...How can I make my hair stand up straight again? It continues to fall into my face, and it is very distracting.

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I'm in the MAC. [room #.]

Right.

[DISCONNECT! And dial tone. Very soon there is a knock on Raph's door.]

[How ...nice of him.]

[Raph gets up and goes to the door -- a short, thick turtle with no sense of humor, card between his thick fingers.]

Before I pass this over-- just why did I have to punch the lights out of a freakin' hot dog cart to get this, anyway?

[Warnings? Never gonna happen here.

Honestly, he can't give Raph any explanation. Numbers aren't supposed to inhabit inanimate objects... He crosses his arms, being defensive because he feels like everyone is accusing for doing this. THE ENTIRE WORLD IS AGAINST HIM! ~~no it's not~~]

The only way to claim a Numbers is to defeat one. It became yours once you punched the hot dog cart.

Oh.

Well, here. I don't want the damn thing. Don't lose it again.

[That was painless and easy.]

I'm supposed to say thank you, correct?

Yeah, that's usually what happens next.

[This guy is weird, and that's saying something, from Raph's perspective.]

Yes, right. Thank you.

[He places the card somewhere safe for now. Pocket in his jacket will just have to do. Astral turns his attention back up to Raph] I have just one question before I take my leave.

[A browridge gets arched.]

Sure thing.

You are not human, correct? What, exactly, are you? I have never seen anything quite like you. [that isn't saying much

he pushes his hair back behind his ear again]

That's because there are only four of us, anywhere.

I'm a turtle. A giant, walking talking turtle. But still a turtle.

[Said in the resigned, tired of tone of someone who has to explain this shit a lot.]

Is it lonely with there only being four of you anywhere? [Astral's catches the tone, but misunderstands it.]

[That got a tell-tale flinch, and an abrupt shift in demeanor.]

What sort of fuckin' question is that?

It's simply a question. I was not aware there were different types. [WATCHES... CALMLY...]

[Sheesh! Raph looks bewildered by his reaction; did he really not get it? At all?]

I mean that's a personal question. I don't know you from Adam, kid.

[HE IS NOT EVEN OLDER THAN YOU.]

[HA... The answer? A big fat nope.] Really? [A hand to his mouth, and then...!] My name is Astral. Who are you?

Raphael.

I just -- don't know if you get what I mean. I'm guessin' you don't.

Some things you just don't ask a person unless you know 'em real well. Things about their feelin's are pretty high on that list, kid.

[Well, that makes sense.] If you choose to do so, you may give me an answer later.

I am grateful that you have returned my card. Thank you. [Probably best if he takes his leave, then...]

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