(no subject)
[filter: claire b., faith]
How are you doing...?
I'm just... checking in. Please get back to me, alright...? [/filter]
[filter: elektra]
Congratulations. [don't think he missed Matt's grand entrance :') he's happy for you, little sis...] [/filter]
[(anonymous) filter to Vayne, York & Delta, and Tony Stark]
[in the same generic, hard-to-identify handwriting as the last nanomachine filter:]
Assimilation of the nanomachines is complete. If you'd like additional data, please let me know. [/filter]
[after filterin' a filter, a priest is ambling through the halls on his way to check up on a certain little sister. her silence was... unnerving, considering everything that had happened. he thought perhaps she had shut herself away after how their last conversation on the subject of their brother had gone, but... standing outside her door...
it became apparent why Seth had gone so quiet.
...
ah. so, then... she was...]
Gone.
[there's a pause... before he realizes the journal must've slipped from his hands as it's laying open at his feet. he picks it up, slowly... the crinkling of the pages audible before he awkwardly clears his throat. it doesn't seem to clear the lump, there -- or maybe the slight hoarseness is just from something more characteristic, like a little bit too much enthusiasm yelling at Caterina and puppy!Peter running around his living room.]
For... anyone that knew them...
The Duke of Tigris, Suleyman... and Seth Nightlord have gone home. [...]
I'm sorry.
... Maybe...
[...whatever he was going to say - he seems to think better of it, and closes the journal instead]
How are you doing...?
I'm just... checking in. Please get back to me, alright...? [/filter]
[filter: elektra]
Congratulations. [don't think he missed Matt's grand entrance :') he's happy for you, little sis...] [/filter]
[(anonymous) filter to Vayne, York & Delta, and Tony Stark]
[in the same generic, hard-to-identify handwriting as the last nanomachine filter:]
Assimilation of the nanomachines is complete. If you'd like additional data, please let me know. [/filter]
[after filterin' a filter, a priest is ambling through the halls on his way to check up on a certain little sister. her silence was... unnerving, considering everything that had happened. he thought perhaps she had shut herself away after how their last conversation on the subject of their brother had gone, but... standing outside her door...
it became apparent why Seth had gone so quiet.
...
ah. so, then... she was...]
Gone.
[there's a pause... before he realizes the journal must've slipped from his hands as it's laying open at his feet. he picks it up, slowly... the crinkling of the pages audible before he awkwardly clears his throat. it doesn't seem to clear the lump, there -- or maybe the slight hoarseness is just from something more characteristic, like a little bit too much enthusiasm yelling at Caterina and puppy!Peter running around his living room.]
For... anyone that knew them...
The Duke of Tigris, Suleyman... and Seth Nightlord have gone home. [...]
I'm sorry.
... Maybe...
[...whatever he was going to say - he seems to think better of it, and closes the journal instead]