savetheearth | ғᴏᴜʀ. [ video; reflected off a mirror in his room, late evening ]

[ The feed is sharp and clear and focused when it comes into view, centered around one Casval Mass, who has propped himself up on a heavy trunk with one long leg crossed over the other. His eyes are stern and his tone sterner still; compared to his initial introduction on the network, his demeanor is comparatively absent of ego, replaced by an intense drive that can be felt even through the mirror he's broadcasting from. ]

Good evening.

For those of you unfamiliar with me, my name is Casval Mass. It's come to my attention, recently, that a hotspot of activity related to the so-called "invasion" has flared within the area known as the "Dead District". More specifically, several non-network related residents have complained of werewolf attacks. While I too am skeptical of the nature of these attacks, its timing cannot be ignored in relation to our predicament.

[ Casval leans down, beginning to flip open the various locking mechanisms on the trunk. ]

Therefore, I propose that a scouting party of sorts be sent into this District to determine the scope of—and, if necessary, eliminate—this problem. I am aware that some of you may doubt my abilities on this front, or take issue with me personally. I ask you to set these qualms aside in favor of achieving our greater goal.

[ Click and snap go the last locks, and Casval rises, opening the trunk and pushing it over to reveal... well, a metric fuckload of weaponry. Guns of all sizes, body armor, blades, other objects meant to kill and maim and what have you, it's all there in spades. Some of it questionably legal, for those of you familiar with such stock.

A little bit of ego does slip through as he smirks back up at his audience, picking out a polished sniper rifle in particular for himself and leaning against it as he stands. ]

As you can see, I can provide the equipment necessary for this mission. I am seeking motivated individuals to join me in this endeavor. If those individuals do not step forward, I will simply go myself.

[ Blue eyes narrow testily. ]

I am through running and hiding. If I should die, let it be in this way, facing this threat, instead of cowering in the shadows. I will not allow paranoia and uncertainty to condemn me to a lifetime of servitude.

I thank you in advance for your cooperation.

[ And, just before the feed cuts, and before he forgets: ]

Banagher Links.

I need to speak to you immediately. Please respond.

[ The threat of or I'll find you anyway goes unspoken, but is clear in his voice regardless. ]

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I am.

Do you intend to die? We have no stake in this.

No, but I want to help somehow. [A breath.] It's like what he said. I'm sick of running.

So you'll start bleeding instead?

[And she's got him there. No, he doesn't actually want to die, or bleed--but if he has to...]

If it comes to that.

[sigh]

Then I'm coming along.

You're sure?

I have no stake in what they're doing but you were willing to lay yourself on the line for me. I owe you.

You don't owe me anything, Elle. I just did what I thought was best at the time.

And I'm doing the same.

[She doesn't even care that you've seen fit to throw her name so haphazardly around the network. This is more important. She doesn't have friendships, ok? Don't make her lose the only thing she has resembling one.]

[Well, she's stubborn. And he certainly can't deter her, not if he's going in as well.]

All right, you win.

I'll be seeing you.

[Not going to give him the chance to change his mind.

End feed.]

ғᴏᴜʀ. [ video; reflected off a mirror in his room, late evening ]

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