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[Accidental Audio]
My God, what have I done?
………
Father in Heaven forgive me… ah…

[The Chevalier sighs in resignation before his footsteps approach the network device. Minutes pass before he speaks again, but when he does, his voice is the epitome of serenity.]

If anyone has seen a 'Father Abel Nightroad', can you please direct him to contact me immediately? I’ve just tried the Cathedral, but have had no answer as of yet.

This is rather urgent, so I would be grateful for any assistance. Thank you my children.



[ooc: Just call him 'Father Solomon' today~. Hit with the Grab Bag curse of ‘I’m a Professional’, the Chevalier is convinced that he entered into the Holy calling of the Priesthood instead of the medical, and business industries. (Which means he has a whole TON of sins to atone for! Confession as they say...)]

As some of you may know, the ARTEMIS Organization has been working on reproducing a form of Blood Tablet that had been available in Mr. Kuran's world. After much work, I’ve developed what I believe to be an accurate duplicate of these tablets, but I would like to ask for any volunteers to give their opinion of the finished product. And of course, I will honor any requests for anonymity should you wish it. Would anyone be interested in joining this study?

I assure you, it has been thoroughly tested and is quite safe for consumption.
[Private voice to Marishka]
Marishka... I wish to see you are you available this evening?

I want ... please let me know.

[ARTEMIS FILTER]
To those of you that were working on that side project concerning the network... I've decided to suspend any more resources on this project. Of course, I'll pay for your time up to this point, and I'll consider you for any further project that might best utilize your skills... Thank you for your efforts~


[ooc: Blood tablet production mod ok'd.]

[Accidental Video]
[The camera flickers on, moments before Solomon enters the living room of his apartment. Shirt untucked, characteristic corporate jacket and tie missing, his bare feet padding along quietly as he tips back the last remnants of a deep red beverage from his wine glass.

Slumping down into the plush cushions of the couch, he grabs a book from the end table and begins to read. The clock ticks softly in the background, but only a few minutes pass before he sighs and tosses it casually off camera, where it lands with a dull thud.

The sound of his voice is that of sheer boredom, lacking a certain essence that is normally held in his every day speech.]

"... why did I ever buy that? Waste of money... all of it. Hm, maybe I should just sell everything..."

[ooc: One of the first victims of the Shugo Chara Plot, Solomon was attacked the previous night as he was heading towards the hospital to pick up some paperwork. He returned home, having never achieved this goal (someone at the hospital can feel free to have noticed he never showed up...). Instead, he wandered around for awhile before returning back home, listless, disinterested in everything around him.]

Saya~, a new friend is having a beach party this weekend and said that we could come. Are you free this Saturday?

[Private to Saya]
I think this could be good for both of us...

/private

As for my various jobs, I may need to cut back on my hours. Of course, I'll continue where I'm needed, and you may always reach me through my network device. I'll be sure to keep it with me, no matter where I'm at... please let me know what works best for you, and I'll do my best to accommodate your wishes.

[Voice]

[Solomon mutters tiredly under his breath.]

I see... perhaps I should be making a daily check of the network before I even leave the apartment...

[His breath sounds a bit labored as he nears the microphone of the network device. Static sounds off as fingers inadvertently rub across the sensitive electronics before it settles into a clear transmission. He coughs, clearing his voice before speaking.]

I've just been attacked.

Please... be careful everyone. For safety sake... I'd suggest that everyone either carry some sort of sharp weapon, or if that's not feasible as in the case of the young ones... make sure there are others with you at ALL times until this thing is stopped.

I wasn't able to...

it was everywhere... determined...

I couldn't find any way to stop it...

[His voice lowers as his thoughts spill from his mouth in a whisper.]

This city... can it even be stopped? Can it even die?

Please let me apologize for inconveniencing anyone by my behavior this last weekend. It seems a sad excuse to blame a curse... but... I'm prepared to concentrate on my projects for ARTEMIS in order to find some way to stop such things from occurring again.

Lilith, I owe you a debt of gratitude for keeping me company that last night. I'm certain that I have a few less regrets due to your kindness.

Dr. Horrible, was your resigning from ARTEMIS sincere? Or shall I expect you to be back in to work this week, and explain this whole misunderstanding as merely another curse in effect?

On a side note, I will be needing to remodel my old apartment. Can anyone suggest someone who can dispose of blood stained carpet does good work?

To my friends, I won't be staying there for the forseeable future while the work is being done. You know how to reach me if you need to speak with me.

To some of my newer... friends, I apologize. My schedule is such that I'm not able to keep our acquaintance as you've experienced this weekend. I'm terribly sorry if this hurts or offends you in any way shape or form. Please try to understand and accept this. And please stop calling me. I won't answer.

[Private to Marishka]

Although I'm afraid I was under the influence of some curse... I find myself unable to regret our time together. Please don't think badly of me for any other behavior you might hear of... My time with you was different to me somehow. Might I meet with you, just to talk? Maybe we could take another stroll by the lake...

[Private to Carl]

Forgive me for how horribly I treated you, my friend. It means alot to me that you put yourself in such peril to protect my life and honor in such a way. I'm sorry about how inappropriately I behaved towards you, and about the whole "closet" ordeal. Please accept a gift of an extra bonus in your paycheck as my way of making this up to you. I hope it is enough, please buy yourself whatever your heart desires something nice.


[OOC Note of interest. Solomon's actual horoscope from the newspaper this day said: "After a rather uncomfortable reality check, advance your personal agenda." I found that to be very appropriate.]

[Video]

[The room is dark. The only movement comes from a shadowy form, backlit from the closed blinds. Solomon's voice is subdued, haunted.]

Lilith Sahl, and Dr. Jezebel Disraeli...

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I have to take a leave of absence. I won't be coming in to work or be able to continue with any of my other projects either... today, tomorrow... I'm not sure when I will be able to continue. I'm sorry...

[A flash of reflected light catches on something metallic as he lunges towards the camera and the video feed abruptly stops, filling the screen with static. Apparently the audio is still working as the hiss and pop of electrical sparks fill the speakers.]