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[whisperspower.livejournal.com]

What the hell's goin' on here?!

[He is so beyond pissed right now. He's seated outside, from the looks of things, against a brick wall with a sword peaking out against his back, and another cradled protectively in his lap.

His Devil Bringer keeps the katana steady as he practically glares into his... bracelet.]

And I better not get that same stupid little speech from before. I’m supposed to live here? [He laughs a bitter, sarcastic laugh.] If you think I'm just gonna accept that, then you've got another thing coming!

[Threats aside, his glare lightens up a little after a moment, the biting edge in his tone softening just a tad.]

Kyrie, if you can hear this, I need you to tell me where you are...

[Icy blue eyes avert their gaze, focusing briefly on the now clenched fist of his non-human right hand, before the feed cuts.]

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[whisperspower.livejournal.com]

[WELL THANKS THAT MEANS A LOT.]

Almost did, actually.

[Cost an arm and a leg, that is.]

But none of that answers my question.

[zamitalltohell.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, we must accept the conditions set before us for now.

[whisperspower.livejournal.com]

This place missed the memo then, or else they'd know exactly how accepting I really am.

[Which isn't very...]

[zamitalltohell.livejournal.com]

You mentioned that you were looking for someone in your feed, zam. Do you assistance in looking for them, zam?

[whisperspower.livejournal.com]

You seen a girl named Kyrie? Maybe five-six, brown hair, wearing all white?