2nd Turn: [video] March 21st

[feelsgoodinyou]

[Sup, Death City? Have a grave robber who is rather pale around the gills and also sports a still rather nice reminder of a black eye on the left side of his face.]

Ten bucks for whoever grabs me some stomach medicine and brings it right to-  [He trails off, his eyes suddenly widening and his face turning very pale. Then he jumps up and rushes somewhere off-screen.

After several minutes and the sound of running water he returns to the communicator, wiping his mouth.] Forget it. The problem just took care of itself. …fuck!

[Mumbling a couple more choice words under his breath, he hangs up.]

March 21st | video | early evening

[ballseeker]

 
[ Hey Death City, look who's back! Your favorite Saiyan tamer seems to be making quite a determined pace through the city, probably headed back toward her apartment, a little red faced and looking as though she's been crying. 

Apparently things weren't really going well back in her home world - ]

So, I guess I'm back - [ Her voice waivers and she stops to clear her throat. ] - Hopefully I was gone too long but I - 


I really need to know if anyone has seen Vegeta lately... I'm hoping he's still here and - - safe. 

[ Really, she could just see if his communicator is still on the network, but in her state clear thought isn't really what's going through her head at the moment. Her thoughts at the moment mostly gravitate around seeing if Vegeta is still alive - unlike back in their home world.

But she stops herself from another, more public, emotional breakdown, steadying herself again with a little pause, dabbing under her eyes with her spare hand. ] 

If anyone's seen my husband please let me know...

[march 21st // video]

[diedforyoursins]

[the feed is turned on from an antiques store in the shopping district this time, later in the evening enough that the sun has already mostly set. kaworu's sitting at a bench before whatever the mirror is propped up on. a thin hoodie is draped over the seat beside him and for the moment his hands are just resting against the bench while he smiles at the communicator.]

Hello. I hope everyone is recovering from the mission well. [at least he seems uninjured. and with good reason.] I discovered my meister ability, and I would like to help with the next fight as well, so...I should stop putting it off and attempt resonation soon, I think. Yako, if you do not mind meeting me for training sometime in the next few days, I would like to try it.

Besides that...I was recently told about this store, and the fact that visitors are allowed to try their instruments. I am still saving to purchase a violin, but for now...

[he trails off for a moment, as if unsure of the words to use, and eventually just shrugs and grins self-deprecatingly. there are much more efficient forms of communication than speech.

instead he shifts his seat inward a bit and opens the lid of what is now very obviously a piano and settles long, thin fingers over the keys for a moment before playing. there's no sheet music, but it's a song he knows by heart at this point, and one that's obviously been given a great deal of practice.

the song is short, and when he finishes he simply smiles at the camera -- not embarrassed or arrogant but simply happy to be able to play again -- because shutting the communicator.]