text; un: yrael

[themogget]

WHO: Yrael
WHERE: Libra app
WHEN: Late January
WHAT: Here comes another one
WARNINGS: n/a

(note for Black Order folks; Yrael's been around for about fifteen years, used to go by the name Eoin Raggett but changed it to Yrael about twelve years ago when enough of his other life memories came back. he doesn't give this name anymore, but anyone who could have known him for that long or seen his personal files can know it! his app is here.

general note; no one knows he's a cat right now. I'm not sure how long he's going to manage to keep it a secret though...)

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Name's Yrael.
Black Order.

Yes, there are a lot of us showing up right now.
No, I will not be the one to explain why that is.

I'm only doing this because someone seems to think it's a good idea to tell everyone who we all are and far be it from me to make things more difficult for Albarea.

But don't expect to see me in the local coffee shop.

[There's a moment of [...] before a note is added.]

And I have been told I have to clarify that the Black Order does not actually endorse cannibalism.

video; un: zapbamboom | there's more to see than can ever be seen

[incendiarize]

WHO:Arthur and whoever
WHERE: on the app!
WHEN: 1/23, early evening
WHAT:Arthur has a question...and a problem,
WARNINGS: uhhh minor injury at most in the post? but be prepared for marked threads, maybe

Hi, so, been a bit. I'm Arthur, the library kid, for those who don't know. I, uh, wanna set up a club or regular group or something, outside of school, you know? Problem is I dunno what. Like, just a regular bad movie night or something, or a kinetic sculpture race, or something like that.

And, uh, if I can get something going, then I'm not coming back to school. It was my parents' condition, that I have to still have a regular social life thing. So, anyone have any--

[His eyes drift up away from the camera, glazing over as they focus on....something. and he just stares like that, as the seconds tick by. The feed keeps going and he won't respond. It's getting to be a good minute or two of nothing other than the angle getting crookeder as the phone slips in his grip.

And then Arthur gets up, turns on his heel, starts to run, and crashes right into something. The phone doesn't see what, but clatters off to the side, face-down so the screen is dark.]

...owwww. S-So, uh. Yeah. Why now? Really can't do, do the school thing anymore. Still need a social life. Need ideas for how to do that. O-Oh, and, uh, I'm okay! [The phone gets a view again, light and blurry fingers trying to cut the feed. Arthur mutters something angry about a lion, then finally cuts the feed.]