[Hello, Death City. You are greeted with the image of a redhaired bombshell, lounging comfortably against a couch, her hair damp and a towel thrown carelessly over a shoulder. In the background, you can see a frame hanging lopsidedly on the wall, its glass shattered as if someone had thrown a vase at it, which just so happened to be true.
War-- more commonly known as Carmine Zuigiber around Death City-- smiles at the camera, but this is not the razor sharp smile she so often shows: this is an expression mastered throughout centuries, with the sole purpose of manipulating others into feeling sympathy or pity for her. Not that she had ever needed such things, but you could say that acting was a hobby of hers.]
I apologize for disappearing so abruptly and worrying some of you. [Her eyes flicker briefly to someone else who is quite obviously in the same room as her, although that person isn't shown on camera.] I guess it finally hit me that I'm not returning home any time soon. It's not an easy thing to accept, not when there are so many things I need to do back there...
[A quiet sigh and she leans over to the side, long red hair cascading over a shoulder as she reaches for a cigarette. She doesn't need to look too far for a lighter, however, because the unknown man offers to light the stick for her; his hands are the only part of his body that's visible on screen. War pulls back and takes a drag, the smoke escaping past her lips in almost hypnotic swirls.]
It seems Death City has kept everyone busy while I was away. [Her smile widens.] I do believe I've heard something about a cruise...?
[Private to Aziraphale | video]
[All pleasantries and supposedly nice intentions are thrown out of the window when War filters this message to Aziraphale, after Genesis leaves the room and War is certain he won't listen.]
Angel. [She makes the word sound almost like an insult.] A word, if you please.
((ooc: Like I said on my hiatus post, replies will be slow, but I'll try to tag you back asap! «3))