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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.

[Filtered from Diva]
It seems there is a new citizen in the City, a young pregnant woman who goes by the name Diva. I'm interested in knowing if any of you have encountered her or know of her current whereabouts. Attached is a picture of her for those who are unaware of what she looks like.[ARTEMIS FILTER]
Please refrain from direct contact if possible. I merely wish to know where she is for now.

Mr. Xemnas. I'll be needing your presence at the apartment later. I wish to run out for a bit.

[Video]

[The video feed sparks to life, showing the neatly arranged interior of a doctor’s office. Solomon sits at his desk and gazes steadily into the network device, but something is very different about the normally pleasant doctor. His hair no longer falls in loose waves, but instead is combed back out of his face. And he now favors the simplicity of an all-black attire. The only color being that of a crimson colored tie, and the stark white of his doctor’s coat.]

I’d like to request for any patrols in the area to refrain from bringing any weapons into the Emergency Room again. If dropping off a comrade in arms, you may alert the staff that you’ll be bringing them in and we will meet you outside the doors.

[Filtered to Saya]
I won’t be home tonight, but if you have need to speak with me, I can be contacted through the network.


[ooc: Due to the 'War of the Worlds' curse, Kingdom Hearts 'Heartless' have been brought in to fight for Xemnas. To assuage himself of the heartache that Marishka’s loss has caused, Solomon decided to allow his second in command Xemnas to use him to create another ‘Nobody’ in the City. The result, is as you see before you, his personality focused intently on his work unhampered by attachments to any that meant anything to him. Nobody (as described by wikipedia) = As Nobodies, they lack emotion and morality, and are unable to feel guilt and remorse for their actions. Well, he got what he wanted. Or what he thought he did anyway~]

This month has been quite interesting, to say the least. But I wanted to offer my thanks to the individuals who have assisted me during this time.

With this in mind, could anyone recommend someone that would be skilled in replacing the glass leading out to the terrace of my apartment? It was shattered last week during one of the curses.

Also, I wish to commission a dress to be made, if anyone is up for the task.

( [Private to Luke Valentine] )



[ooc: and Solomon thought he got off without another curse. Tch... Sexuality Reversal Day FTW!  ***REPLIES MIGHT BE SLOW (until I get home), just found out I have to work late and for some reason they frown on rping during work. Tch. Slavemasters... so harsh. Backtagging as always is welcome~***]

[The video clicks just as a loud explosion of sounds and splitting wood fills the air. Amidst the clamor, a clear, low, threatening growl permeates the room. Barely a moment passes before the monstrous form of large black furred creature stalks into view. It’s eyes glow blood red, it’s mouth pulled back in a fierce snarl displaying razor like teeth as it intently hunts something or someone off camera.]

[ooc: In his efforts to strengthen Saya for situations very much like what’s happening right this moment, the Chevalier cuts short a rather pleasurable moment donating his blood to the Queen. SOON, he will make his escape to find easier prey. Anyone is welcome to offer their assistance and go hunting for the elusive creature known as 'the dreaded Were-Solomon' before he kills. XD  Red Like Jungle Burning Bright Cursed.]

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…

[Static filled video/Audio clear]

[The penthouse living area has lost it's usual neat and orderly appearance, instead replaced by a mixture of ornate Victorian furniture and polished brass and iron devices set up on a work table near the terrace doors. Gears turn, steam billowing into the air above the table full of assembled machinery and tools.

Seemingly quite distracted, the Chevalier searches around the room, peering intently under tables and behind floor length velvet curtains for something. Brow furrowing, he stands and brushes a gloved hand through his hair.

As for Solomon, he hasn't quite escaped the direct affects of the curse, himself. His usual business attire has been replaced, and pausing in his search, the camera is able to focus on the gentlemanly 19th Century suit complete with goggles and gloves that he now wears.]

Where did that infernal thing scurry off to this time?

[ooc: Cursed with the Gears and Gadgets Curse, Solomon's mind is a bit mixed up (finding his surroundings at times confusing and yet familiar = Chevalier fighting the curse and not quite winning.]

Would anyone be willing to lend a hand in helping me move? It shouldn't take too much of your time, but any assistance would be appreciated.