--diciotto-- [audio]
It's... strange.
[The tone starts off as deadpan, the faintest hint of wonder. He continues, mechanically,] In the past- no, in my past posts to this network, even, I've been... excitable. Unrestrained Unprofessional. [His cuts that last word like a knife.]
I'll endeavor to change that, from now on. Xanxus would not be pleased with my actions thusfar.
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You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Nine months, and yet, you are no closer to finding answers than you have been before. You call yourselves detectives? As you sit here and rot in the slime of your insignificant little lives, things are happening. Orders are being issued, and you people are missing them. You've fallen into a stupid complacancy. Like sheep, you give up so easily, herd together, and expect your wool to protect you from the wolves.
It will not. You are people, jerked from your own worlds, just as much as I. For this... inaction, on all of your parts, you should all be killed. If my boss were here-
[His voice weakens slightly]
If my boss were here, he would have killed you all for your unprofessionalism. Or- he would have ordered me to do it. Naaaaaah, which I would have done gladly. You people aren't worth the air you breathe, not if you just idle away your time. You think you've come to a dead end? You think that you can't find any more answers? That is unacceptable. There are always more answers, someone who knows more than you.
I'm different- a prince. I'm perfect. I'll find a way out, back to my boss and back to my orders. If anyone has any information, or wishes to discuss and attempt to work with me in order to resolve this... location issue, I'm perfectly available to meet up. I think I have some semblance of an idea about this mess, anyway.
[A long pause.]
....boss? Boss, are you here? If you're here, please reply. I need to know what to do. [A moment or three, of silence, before he resolves, his tone grows more steady. The boss is not here. He'll have to endeavor a little while longer without a purpose.] ...alright.
That is all.
[[ooc: In response to the event which switches people from OU to Disturbed versions of themselves. A short writeup of how Bel has been affected.]]