*The feed starts with Hazel in the church, kneeling in front of the altar with his rosary in hand. He realizes the feed is now on and looks into the camera. He looks pale, and is sweating profusely.*
I know I warned folks to stay away from me for a while, but it's definitely important that you listen to me now. I don't think I can fight him much longer. Guess it's just the atmosphere around here lately, but he's dyin' to-
*Hazel's eyes go wide, his eyes dead, his body rigid. He then doubles over, and from his back, a pair of large, razor-sharp, bat-like wings extend. His hat falls off of his head, and after the wings have appeared, the figure shudders one last time, then gets to his feet. He notices the laptop, then leans over and picks it up, grinning.*
How cute, tryin' to warn people. Actin' like the saint and the martyr. Too little, too late.
*Valahal examines the rosary, still wrapped around his hand, then pulls it off with his teeth, beads scattering around the church.*
Y'all enjoyin' playin' games so far? Lemme show y'all how this game's really played.
*Valahal drops the laptop. The feed dissolves into static, then cuts out.*
[Laptop switches on, and the first thing that can be seen from the angle of the camera are several bright, out of focus lights. The camera shifts into focus revealing stained glass windows, although they're not forming any sort of pattern or picture, just a random pattern of colors. The laptop is moved, placed sitting on something (possibly a pew) so that it is pointed at a pulpit on a raised dais at the front of the room.
Hazel walks away from the laptop once it's set up and sits down on the dais in front of the pulpit, fingers wrapped around the cross he is wearing now instead of his pentacle pendent.]
Seems like the Doctor fellas decided I've got a little bit of prayin' and repentin' to do, since I woke up here. 'Spose I can't really argue with that. *Mirthless chuckle.* Ooooh shoot. Can feel him kinda...scramblin' around in here, ya know? Inside of me, itchin' to get out. Feels a lot harder out here than it does back at the facility. Maybe some prayin' will keep him at bay for a little while, keep me strong enough to hold him back. The Good Lord knows I've been a little...lax in that as of late. Got a lot to answer for.
[Hazel gestures at the pulpit behind him.]
If any of you good folks are out there and in need of a place to relax or spend some quality time with the Heavenly Father, I sure can't claim this whole place for my own. Just...be a little careful around me, okay? Don't know what's gonna set him off, let him out...
[Hazel approaches the laptop and reaches over to end the feed.]
Guess it's Sunday. Maybe I should put together a service, though I doubt any of you folks'll attend...
[The feed ends.]
Well, it's good to see some folks here back in good spirits! Myself included! What a downer I was last week...shame on me. I know better than that. I've got lots of folks here that I'm sure are fun and interestin', I've got Sanzo-han and his friends here...I'd say life's pretty good so far. Nothin' to mope about here!
Megane-han, thank you for helpin' me out the week before last! With the studyin' and all that.
So, anyone wanna play basketball?
((OOC: I'm a little slow out of the starting gate this week, but here, have Usagi-syndrome!Hazel.))
Back here, am I? Well, guess I can't so I don't - NNGHK! - don't have it comin' by this point. Or that, for that matter. What on Earth was that, if y'all don't mind me askin'?
*Something whispered quickly, too softly to be audible over the voice post.*
If you folks don't mind, think I'm just gonna - GAK! - gonna keep to myself for a little while. Not that any of your fine people missed me, and I can't really blame ya there.
*Choking noise, a grunt of pain, and more soft whispering.*
Well, guess I've said my piece.
*Hazel is sitting at his desk in front of the laptop. There is a rather large stack of books in view, and an open book just in front of the laptop. He finishes reading a page, before glancing up at the laptop.*
Um...if it's not any trouble...does anyone here have a Bible? I would return it, I swear! I just need to study hard for when Master finds me. I want him to know I didn't give up my studies while I was here.
*Hazel turns back to the book in front of him, seems to realize the video is still recording, and reaches over to turn it off.*
[Feed starts to show the wee!Hazel sitting at the desk, looking around it frantically trying to find something, although what isn't exactly clear.]
M-Master? What is this place? I said my prayers before I took my nap, just like you told me to! Did I do something bad? Where am I?
[He gets up and starts looking around the room, and then glances out into the suite.]
Master! Where'd you go?! What'd I do?! I'll fix it! I'll be good! Master, don't leave me!
I don't know what method this Consortium uses to bring back the dead, but I could teach those folks a thing or two. However they do it, it's really inelegant and inefficient. Well, no pain, no gain and all that.
I'm sure I got some of you folks just hoppin' mad. Well, suit yourself, but just remember: there are two sides to every story, and ain't a single person here asked to hear mine. If you knew exactly what you were up against, you'd probably think twice about what side of this here dispute y'all are on.
Megane-han, could I trouble you for a bit of that healin' you do so well? See, I was supposed to be in a world of hurt right now, but clearly I ain't. And now that we've all pretty much established what's goin' on, I think we can agree that it just ain't fair for some poor, innocent, uninvolved person to suffer just 'cause I got into a fight, right?
((OOC: Hazel got well and thoroughly thrashed in the big fight on Saturday. He's only up and moving now because he can't feel the extent of his injuries, and even then, it took him two days to work around the physical limitations of his still-existing injuries. Also, Misa should be feeling that world of hurt, including his many attempts to get his sorry rear to a computer.))
What the hell happened in my suite? Looks like a damn bomb went off in it. Megane-han, Gojyo-han, you two behind this? I know we had our differences, but blowin' up a guy's livin' quarters, 'specially when it belongs to one of you as well...that just ain't right.
Well, don't seem like no one got hurt, at least, so no harm, no foul. I'll just find someplace else to make my home until this mess gets straightened out.
