[01] Video

[kandescence]

[There's a rattling sound like someone is shaking the poor communicator within an inch of its life, and then a sharp smacking sound as the video feed turns on. There's a particularly irritated looking young man with long black hair on the screen. He pauses for a moment, either making sure that the device is working properly or else just glaring at

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[fortunetelloli]

[A young blong girl in Victorian dress and pigtails is sitting with a smile next to what appeared to be a bed a lot like the one in Kanda's room. Her eyes have dark circles under them, but she's smiling through a look of concern.] This is Avon. I don't know what BREW is, but I get the sense that this might be a similar situation.

[fortunetelloli]

The blank book seems pretty normal, just for notes, though I don't trust the things that they gave us too much. The key is the one to your room.

I should probably warn you too, that it seems like someone in the city may have recently died of the plague.

Woooops wrong journal ;;

[kandescence]

This room has been assigned to me--by these same unseen people who control everything else?

[He says nothing about the book, but he doubts that he will use it.

He does get an even more irritated expression on his face at her last words though. He sounds incredulous.] The plague?

it's fiiine <3

[fortunetelloli]

[She sighed, looking straight into the screen on the device.] Yes.

[kandescence]

[Exasperated huff. Then he mutters something under his breath.]

Just fucking wonderful.

Che. Fine.

But I don't plan on hiding in this damn room.

[A pause and then something occurs to him, almost belatedly. It's almost as jarring to him that he didn't think of it before as it is that he is thinking of it now. It's like a mile marker of how far he's traveled from home during his time in Death City.]

Where I'm from, there's a group called the Black Order. Have you heard of them?

[fortunetelloli]

[She shook her head again.]
No, I'm sorry.

Where and when are you from? Maybe someone else he might know them. [She offered a small reassuring smile.]

canon never gives a precise date, much to my eternal chagrin

[kandescence]

The headquarters, in England. Late 1800's, like you; a few decades earlier.

If they were here they'd be known. [He sounds pretty confident of that.]

Oh, I hate that. I had to figure out Mary's year, it all happens around the Queen's 60th anniversary

[fortunetelloli]

[If that was the case, she and Alois would be the most likely to have known them from home.

She nods, having more than her fair dealings with malevolent organizations. She just hopes that if that is one of them, this man was not a part of it.]

Those clothes are odd for the time.

Srsly. We get "An alternate end of the 19th century." "18XX" Great specificity they give, isn't it.

[kandescence]

[A pause and he looks down at the mozzetta he's wearing, with the fleuree crosses emblazoned on the sides. It is, of course, not subtle. It's job is not to be subtle. It's job is to mark him like a target.

But it begs the question--his temporary "return" to his home feels like no more than a dream. And yet he's wearing the clothes he was when he left there. Not the clothes he wore when he lay down to sleep in New Jersey.

Of course it's possible that BREW returned to him both his weapon and the clothes in which he arrived when it shoved him out of that world. So maybe the flash of the battlefield which he saw really was no more than the sliver of a dream.

But at any rate,] I'd been sent to Jordan on a mission.

[He realizes that might not explain much.] I'm not a civilian. I don't dress like one.

awesome~ XD

[fortunetelloli]

I suppose that makes sense. I've never seen any one wear clothing like that.

/shakes fist at notifs

[kandescence]

I'm an exorcist. The uniform I wear identifies me. In my world many would recognize it.

oh god yeah. T_T

[fortunetelloli]

An exorcist?

Can you see spirits too then?

[kandescence]

No. I don't mean like that. [Because by now he's used to the more common use of the word, having been asked more times than he'd care to count if he meant something like "in the movie with the pea soup."]

We are soldiers for the Vatican, not saviors. We destroy things called akuma. Living weapons.

[fortunetelloli]

Living weapons? [Mikalia and her spiders came to mind, as well as the Cards from Delilah. She swallowed a bit nervously.]

What do you mean by that?

[kandescence]

[He's not going to sugar coat this, no matter how young or innocent she may be.]

Just what I said.

They're weapons powered by the soul of one who's died and the grief of someone who mourns them.

The bereaved calls to their loved one's soul, foolishly believing the promise that they'll return. When the soul arrives, it is bound into a skeleton of metal. Then it kills the person who called it back and wears their skin like a suit.

That is what we fight.

[fortunetelloli]

[For someone so young, she seems to be taking this in stride.]

That's so sad.

Are you able to save them, or...? [The other option was destroying their spirit, wasn't it?]