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I seem to have been a bit distracted as of late. Can anyone tell me what I've missed?

[Private to Marishka]
Forgive me for being absent, I have a particular case that's needed my attention. But... tonight I'm all yours if you wish.


[Artemis Filter: Xemnas, Dr. Jezebel Disraeli, Harold Saxon/The Master // Unhackable]

Any update on your studies of our prized patient, Gentlemen? As a side note, Mr. Saxon seems to have left the City so we'll have to continue without his expertise.

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?

[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...)]

Mr. Xemnas. Assume control of the ARTEMIS Organization, if you will.

Likewise, I won't be coming in to work at the hospital. Could someone please cover my shifts? Or let someone in the administration know...

[Audio // Switching to video for those who wish to see the Issue...]
( Video Feed )[A decidedly surprised female voice comes across over Solomon’s network device.]

A-ah… oh my... This is a bit unexpected… I can’t go out like this… it would be indecent.

[She sighs, and a moment passes before she speaks again, her soft voice as pleasant as she can make it under the circumstances.]

I… don’t suppose anyone would be willing to give me a hand? I find that I’m in need of… something to wear. Could anyone loan me anything so that I can go out shopping when the stores open?

[Muttering quietly to herself, she pauses to consider another possibility.] Or, I suppose I could call in to work to explain why I can’t come in. Oh, how bothersome… and on a work day too…





[ooc: Yes, that’s right. Solomon gets to spend the day as a girl. Gender-switch cursed, and unable to shift into any other form as he would normally be able to do. CUT IMAGE NSFW, probably. Better safe than sorry.]

I'm alive back? Could anyone tell me how long I've been gone?

Saya, are you all right?


[ooc: Solomon experiences his first resurrection, being brought back to life after having died during the cannibal curse (Fava Beans and Chianti).]

Sweetheart, I'm afraid I had to run to the office for a little while. An emergency... if any of the family needs me, they can do so via the network.

Luke... I hope you liked your gift* and cooperated...

[Private to Marishka]
Please keep an eye on the girls. I caught Penny with a laundry basket full of ducklings last night.. (I did speak with her about this, so there's no need to mention it again). And Sun-Sun seems to be feeling a bit out of sorts. Perhaps you should talk to her...

Also, don't let Stork sleep all day. He needs to get out to apply for some jobs... or at the very least make himself useful around the house.

[ARTEMIS FILTER]
Mr. Xemnas... I'm afraid death is no longer a viable excuse to not show up to work. And while I'm perfectly willing to give you an extension in order to acclimate yourself to your new situation, I do expect you to at least contact me so we can discuss it.

On the rare chance that my second in command will be out for awhile or will not be regenerating as 'City Dead'... is there anyone in the Organization that would like to submit yourself as a possible replacement?

And does anyone know what he meant by: "Trinity was the breaker you sought for."? Those were his last words before he vanished...




*[ooc: ( Luke's Gift )

Solomon is still firmly entrenched in the 'Family Day curse'.]

[The camera flickers on just as Solomon collapses on the ground, exhausted, battered, and bloody in the dim interior of his cell. On the ground around him, lay his captors, all laying lifeless, their bodies broken and ripped apart.

Struggling to get up, the Chevalier wearily pulls himself to a sitting position against the twisted remains of the jail cell’s door. His breathing is labored, the only other sounds coming from the swinging remnants of the chains that had bound both wrists to the ceiling.]

I… could use… some assistance.   Mr… Xemnas… Luke... Time... is of the essence....

I believe… a young lady has been… waiting for a rescue…