Save the Earth

[Hello, network. Welcome to an ex-delinquent sitting on a couch with his webcam propped up somewhere a ways away. He seems to at least be slightly calm. This of course, is a ruse.]

Hey, yo, Numbers. How're you doing? Everything all 'olu'olu today?

[His voice betrays him, there's a very subtle shake to it. A measure of restraint as he stands up.]

You mind playing along with me for a second? There's a little skit I remember that might help me get straight to my point- [He starts to recite, from memory, as he pantomimes spinning a big wheel.]

"Wheel of Morality, turn turn turn. Tell us the lesson that we should learn."

Oh, look at that! It landed on my topic of choice! [He mock gasps at the invisible wheel, turning back around with a start to the camera. Those of you listening through headphones might be in for a shock.]

It's called MURDER IS SUPER FUCKING TERRIBLE NO MATTER WHO DOES IT.

Holy shit, guys. I get it as much as the rest of us do. The Blood Keys are seriously fucking bad news. But we can deal with them without stooping to being murderers and maniacs.

And those of you with the Blood Keys - I know you guys are on here and watching this, too. Don't think this means you get off scott free. If I see any of your pals mugging people or being shitheads, I'm not gonna hesitate to bring down the hammer on them. They won't die, but they'll probably wake up with a headache tied to a lamppost or something.

And though I might not do the same thing to the Numbers - if I see any of you pulling shit like trying to murder people, I'm not gonna stand for it either. We don't need to act like we're deserving of all the hatred the corrupted officers send our way. We should stand on the high ground while we've got a chance.

[He moves over, to lean on the side of the sofa.]

And anyone who's willing to stand with me on this issue's welcome to join, I suppose. We should probably make some counter-force for the Blood Keys that can stop them without having to turn the city into a bloodba-

[And that's the couch, practically skittering away from him as he pushes a hand against it to steady himself. It shoots to the other side of the room, about as quickly as someone had shoved it away with all their strength, which startles Mac as he starts to fall on his face.]

Ohsonuvabi-

[POOF. Mac dissipates into wisps of blue smoke. Much like the first time he displayed the ability, he reforms after a second, standing upright, somewhere between irritated and surprised. ]

...Really need to get the hang of that...

[ He shuts off the camera, ending the post. ]

[Private to Ellie]

We need to talk.