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[Video; filtered from Saya]

[The video snaps on to show the rather agitated pacing form of Solomon Goldsmith. The usual easygoing smile is gone from his face, and his fingers fidget with a small photograph held tightly in his hands.

He glances over at the small red light of his video device that indicates that it's recording and sighs before walking over and holding an image up to the camera.]

Does anyone happen to know this girl?


If so, I'd like to speak with you...

[He withdraws it from the camera, his barely composed expression dissolving to show a flicker of the stress that's plaguing him.]

Please... It's important...

[His hand reaches up to switch the broadcast to audio.]


[Private to Keats]
Mr. Keats... I have a job for you.


[ooc: going out for a few hours this evening but will tag when I get back! Backtags always welcome~]

It seems the most recent curse bypassed me, but my resources have spoken of a Shadow City? I'm interested in hearing about people's experiences with this other place.

[Private to Saya]
Saya, I've noticed that you haven't been at the apartment much since last weekend. Is something wrong?


[ARTEMIS FILTER]
Unfortunately we've lost a few valued members of our organization. While I understand that this is inevitable in this City, it still makes things a bit trying. I believe it's time for us to be more proactive in our research, especially with the threat that any one of us might be gone tomorrow.

Please note that Mr. Temple, and Mr. Kuran are no longer with us. Both of these men seemed to have the knowledge that they were no longer going to be here... which can only make me wonder why some are whisked away without a word, and others have time to prepare. Perhaps we should start taking note of such disappearances to see if there's a pattern.

[Accidental Video// Action for the apartment]

[The video comes to life, showing a somewhat harried Solomon walking quickly across the room. His crisp white shirt is painted a deep crimson from the collar down on one side. And his hand stays firmly pressed to the side of his neck as he disappears into another room for a moment.

When he returns, he carries a few bags of blood and a medical bag under in one arm.]

And I just bought the couch too. Of course, it will have to be replaced...

[Sighing, his body sinks down to dig through his medical bag, pulling out some sterile gauze, a roll of filament, and a curved needle with his free hand. He speaks to someone off-screen, voice assuring and calm.]

Don't worry, just a few stitches and everything will be fine~, you'll see.

[Turning to look off camera, he addresses the other person.]

I'm afraid I'll need your assistance now. Would you mind holding the compress while I prepare the sutures?