002 Beyond Birthday [Audio/In person]

[beyondsighted]

[B's expression, safely shielded from the camera is once again a perfect broken deadpan. Frustration is plain for all to see... Or would have been, had he chosen to show it on the network. Oh, B knows very well what's going on. He didn't need to be a genius to figure it out. This was obviously the Author's handiwork again. The familiar Blackberry made that much clear. The gasoline is dripping in anticipation from his hair and clothes, forming thick oily puddles by his feet. One more second and he would have finally clinched the victory. Her timing is astonishingly impeccable. As it were, B was brought back here, matchless, and unspeakably filthy. As there's little point in combustion now, the first thing he had done was wander in search of water to wash out the evidence. He had been somewhat fortunate in that endeavor, but he failed to get rid of the tell-tale perfume of petroleum following him around. His footsteps make soft squleching noises as he walks. A thought occurs to him. He removes the Blackberry and broadcasts a message.]

To those who I have had the pleasure of meeting before, and to those I have not, greetings. [Squelch. Squelch. Lie, lie.]  If anyone needs assistance with their injuries, I shall be happy to take a look. I have had experience in the field. [Not a lie, if only by a technicality. It's not B's fault if people assume by field, he means medicine.] Also, do not drink the water. I have isolated what appears to be an exotoxin in the vicinity. That is all.

[Click. Feed ends.]