For one that never loses track of anything, it appears that I've been gone for quite a while, hasn't it? A lesser man would apologize for his absence, using the flimsy excuse that it was rude. I, however, have been quite busy.

So, tell me. What absolutely droll things have I missed during my absence? Something about a day dedicated to kisses? How I do enjoy your priorities.

Ah, just so that I don't forget. It's Lazard's birthday - isn't it? You should acknowledge this day, I don't think that he's had many people realize that it's his birthday in the past.

[ooc; it's not really Lazard's birthday, but GO AHEAD AND TELL HIM HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANYWAY. rufus is a dick.]

Methinks that 'world tour' idea I had before is sounding better and better. Maddie might get pissed at me for it, but I guess we can consider this payback for the times she's up and disappeared on me. Not that I'm not likin' Ireland, far from it, but it's high time I get out of here before things get out of hand. Long story short, too much weirdness is happening, and I'm gettin' the feeling that it's got something to do with somethin' I don't feel like dealing with at this point.

Anyone mind me stayin' on their world for a few days? Sora, Kurosaki? .... Bueller?

(yes i went there with the joke. 8|)

So, real glad this "World Cup" talk is (finally) over. Who's with me?

I can do without that for hm. Ever.

Joshua is in a battle - this appears to be a wild, chaotic readout from what appears to be the helm of an airborne mecha, although it's - strange, distorted. A blue mist or fog fills the air of a very strange contemporary city, in ruins - but instead of vines and creepers, blue crystals with golden inclusions are encroaching on the ruins.

"Joshua, you have four Cockatrice-class heading on an intercept course for you."

"Shit. What's the time, Merry?"

"Half-past four-o-clock, Josh."

The helm swings to his right, and - yup. Four fighter jets that appear to be made out of bats and skeletal crows reinforced with a curious black metal are banking for him, screeching, and firing pink needles from where thier pinfeathers should be.

"Fuck. Okay, gonna see if these work..."

You see a pair of quicksilver gauntlets flow over the arms and hands of his mecha, resolving into a shape reminicent of a certian alchemist's automail. In his right hand, with a burst of smoke and flame, appears an elecrified wind-fire wheel - an elaborate chakram - stamped with the sigil of the Fire Nation.

"Huh. Nice. What's the output on those?"

"Who the HELL are they? ...Hmmph. Output is factor 3 at any rate."

"...You aren't jealous, are you, Meredith?"

And his gauntlets form a sheild deflecting the fire.

"...I could be," 'Meredith' sighs.

"Can I explain after the mission? They... aren't anyone I'm into, beleive me."

And he throws the chakram, which flies in the middle of the formation, sending bolts of lighting coursing through the enemies it doesn't slice into hunks of bloody meat.

"Forgive me for finding that a relief. Sensors confirm the kill. I'm waking you up."

"Sing me awake, please?"

"Sure ~ Sleeping is giving in! No matter what the time is! SLEEPING is giving..."

And the feed cuts off.

OOC: Will respond after the post, not during, of course. Yup, those weapons are CR with Edward and Azula. Edward-mun, using those gauntlets as a sheild is a great excuse for some DRAMA if you want it!

[The camera turns on as Schock flails wildly around in the air with a very loud sucking noise all around.  Both he and the camera shoot off into space with the camera still covering Schlock as he drifts oddly for a minute or two until he is rescued and taken unconscious back aboard a space station.  ICly comments will come a few hours later.]