[An image of a half-focused, extended, lone middle finger appears; it is soon replaced by Ray's face]

Next time you try to mug a guy and take his guitar, make sure he doesn't feel like beating the crap out of you with the heavy-as-hell case.

Guys, I'll be late to rehearsal.

[and the video ends abruptly]

[Falcon's logo is projected to the viewer, along with the usual voice changes. The sender's address is even more hidden than usual ( Read more... )

[An image of Falcon's logo is projected to any who see the message. It is triply encoded, untraceable, and utilizes no fewer than five layers of vocal adjustment. Or something else that's reasonably awesome ( Read more... )

[The Undertaker's twisted smile fills the screen once again, its owner cackling eerily.]

We~ll, it looks like I have some new guests thanks to that little outburst the other night. As always, your business is appreciated, but do try not to create such a commotion, alright?

Be good now~

*The image is Fran sitting at the desk in her research labs, a bit paler than usual and squinting a little against the light. She rubs her eyes a little before she speaks, mumbling something about taking them out later so that they'll stop bothering her ( Read more... )

*image remains blank after flickering on, screen is probably covered*

Heh... Attention, binomials of the City! Eyes on me!

*screen is uncovered in a blink - what appears is not Minamimoto's face but what can be made out to be a somewhat rough, lionlike mask, teeth bared and eyes very shiny*

Rawr! Ha! What you think? Zetta sexy, isn't it? Suits me!

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*The Undertaker’s face appears in the image, his normal grin adorning his face ( Read more... )