† 12: video | 17 january | 11 am

[monadmayer.livejournal.com]

I suppose it's time to bite the bullet and just put this out here - considering that I'm tired of sitting about while people go on missions - 

[ Straight to the point as always, Re-L is up early and seemingly on a mission today. No long-winded thoughts about philosophy here, or existential questions about this or that - the meaning of life - that sort of thing. Today she's here to discuss partnership, and that seems to be about it. ] 

- I need a weapon. I am most comfortable with fire arms, caliber and fire power aren't really important. I'm open to other options, but those would take longer for me to feel comfortable risking a battlefield with, if I'm to be honest, and I'd like to be actually doing things sooner than that if I can help it. However, if resonation works well, I'm willing to work with it no matter the Weapon form, even better if you're willing to work with the Watch or at least test your standings with it. 

I'm always available through my communicator, if you'd like to get in contact with me whether it's about resonation or not. 

[ Oh oops, you forgot something there, Re-L. ] My name is Re-L Mayer, by the way. 

diez; video; january 17th

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

What does it say about a hospital when I have to come in and keep the pillows fluffed? You guys need to handle your shit.

[She's sitting in a hospital room, in a chair by the window. The sun is laughing in the background. There are bags under Santana's eyes today, and she skimped on makeup. It's been a long week. First the mission, then Tenten gets torched by some psychopath. When she woke up this morning, Brittany was gone. Again.

She's surprised at how...okay she feels about it, this time. Still, it's just been one thing after another. She's tired. It doesn't help that she's been here pretty much all day.]

You skimp on the morphine, and the food sucks so much I have to bring some, and the place is too white so I have to decorate. Seriously, have you guys ever heard of colors? This looks like the kind of place where lobotomies happen.

You guys should be paying me for this.

01/17 | case #008: video - early afternoon

[bulletsncursing.livejournal.com]

Fuck.

[Looks like someone's dropped his communicator on the ground, making it turn on at that precise moment to catch an expletive fall from the detective's mouth. He picks it up, sits down somewhere and looks at it for a moment.]

You recordin', huh.

[He doesn't seem to care that much that it's all live for the public. Or maybe he's aware of it, but not in the mood to acknowledge it... yet.]

Hey, I know this place is all demons and witches and death things and shit, but... you believe in curses? Heh. I think I'm pretty cursed. Maggie's gone. Left a lunch for me. And... that's it.

[There's a certain heaviness to Leon's gait now. It's as if the whole world is on his shoulders.]

Partners. Never thought fate would be this cruel-- sendin' me here where I gotta find a partner, then they snatch 'em away from me like that. An' I thought losin' one while on the job back in LA was tough. Fuck. Maybe I shouldn't be tryin' ta partner.

Lookit that, bigshot LA homicide detective down on his luck, always losin' his partners. What a joke of a cop.

[He'll shut off the feed then, and get back to his patrol. He doesn't quite particularly care if anyone notices his post-- replies might be a hit or miss. Depends on his mood.]