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

[secondcomingof]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[secondcomingof]

[ QUALITY TAGS are quality yes. ]

And what assistance might you be providing on our outdoor adventure, Toshirou?

[redelivers]

Heavy lifting. If someone wants to bother with showing me what to do with a gun, I can handle that too.

[secondcomingof]

...that may actually come in handy. May I inquire as to your experience in the field?

[redelivers]

I lift shit for a living. Ten years. Lifting the same shit. If it's less than 160 pounds, I can lift it and carry it up eight flights of stairs for you. Or whatever.

[secondcomingof]

Hm. Would you consider the possibility of stopping by my residence early to assist in lugging this [ kicking at the trunk with the heel of his boot ] to the designated location? I could acquaint you with some of the weaponry, as well, and you're welcome to have the first pick of it in exchange.

[redelivers]

[ Toshi takes a moment to glance over that trunk. ]

...no skin off my back. Sure. Just tell me where and when and I'll take care of it.

[ And then he's going to hogtie Souji and leave him to rot in the break room. The mental image has him feeling better already. ]