video;

[tyrael]

[Again Tyrael is outside of his apartment. Second time in a row. Shock, horror! This time though he's currently hovering high above the park, wings rippling in the slight breeze. If you could see his face it'd have a contemplative expression on it.]

Such things, almost always an act of desperation.

[Stretches, the video feed tilting alarmingly towards the ground as he does so before righting itself.]

It is something to do.

[Filtered to Vector Prime.]

Any word?