[good morning! it looks like someone's got a present for you all today, in the form of a quivering wreck that appears to have been
Cloud Strife at one point. someone speaks.]
It's been a while, Death City.
[and it's not as if anyone needed any clarification, but the view spins and lo and behold -- an elusive Jonathan Crane that's apparently divested himself of his mask speaks to the camera. he looks a little worse for wear, but his self-satisfied tone has not suffered one bit.] I'd like to take this opportunity to put any and all thoughts of attempts at vigilante justice out of your heads. See what it'll get you? Thankfully for this young man, he turned out to be a good excuse to relay a message to you all. [pause.] Having said that, I'll also be kind enough to mention-- if you start searching now, you may be able to find him by the end of the day.
To all my generous test patients, how are you feeling now?
[a slow smile, as if he's aware of a joke no one else is.] To the rest, how about you? Something must be keeping you hiding away in your homes at night.
And like any other good man of science, I wouldn't pass up the chance to talk about my work. Meaning, I'm willing to field select questions. However, this being a very professional endeavour, I'll request that we put all our undoubtedly strong feelings aside and keep our talk similarly professional.
[he runs a hand through slightly dishevelled hair.] Otherwise, I hope to see you all very soon.
[text; private to Kuroro]
We need to meet. Now, if possible.
[[ooc; this occurs on the morning of August 5th, so slightly backlogged. also replies are slightly delayed, ICly, so he can relocate.]]