[That's a very ill-tempered expression this new arrival is wearing. He's got a zippo lighter in one hand, and he glares down at the dancing flame for a moment before looking back up at the camera.]

You know what's bullshit, Asgard?

[He holds his hand over the flame just long enough to leave an ugly welt, then shows his palm to the camera; although the process is slow, the blistered red skin is visibly starting to heal.]

This, right here, is bullshit. I'm not Logan. Who the hell would want to be Logan. My name is Pyro, because I manipulate fire. I don't care who these "gods" are, or what they want, or why they did it - you don't mess with a mutant's ability. Give me back what's rightfully mine, what I was born with, and maybe there won't be any trouble.

[Totally unaware that he's just made the least original first post ever, he ends his side of the feed and waits for responses.]

[The first text John sends will be arriving mid-morning.]

so it's been getting really cold outside.
well maybe not really cold.
but cold enough to notice!
which means winter and the holiday season should be coming around soon, right?

so asgard, my question to you is: what holidays do you celebrate around this time? or do you choose not to celebrate at all?

[The second follows a few moments later.]

oh, i guess i forgot to ask in my last text there. does anyone know where i could possibly obtain a job? i think i've sat on my rear end for far too long.

[Even though the bracelet had been somewhat explained to Gaius on his arrival, he's still not sure how it's even meant to work. It's in his hands as only Merlin the village idiot would put jewelery from a random stranger on.

And for a good few moments the entire network has a close up of Gaius's trademark stare, one eyebrow already raised. Tremble in fear, judgment is upon you.]

-sted thing. Communication through a bracelet? Are they even sure about that?

[Gaius pulls back from his squinting, putting on a pair of glass so he can...squint harder. This is sorcery even he's never heard of. Well, here goes nothing right? What other options are there? Approximately zero.]

I find it very hard to believe this thing is even useful for anything. Who is hearing this?

[ Here we have one Colonel Sebastian Moran, but if you know his face well, you'll notice a few differences. He's aged-- a good three years or so. And you've hardly had time to miss him! It isn't a mighty change by any means, but it is obvious. He looks a little tireder, there's more grey flecked through his hair, and his muttonchops might be a little bushier.

His muttonchops might even be bristling, really, because he isn't happy. He's standing in an empty room in the Thor district--his room, as the bullet holes in the wall behind him make pretty obvious. Unfortunately, no one's informed him that he's been moved to the Hel house in his absence.

Woops. ]

Where have my things gone? My books? My guns? My bloody wasps? [ You...want the wasps now? ]

Any time the sticky-handed little bastard wants to come forward. I'm sure I can find a way to reward you for your attempts with or without a weapon. Chop, chop, now. Be an honest fellow.

[Open Action]

[ And should you want to come find the distinguished older gentleman, you'll find him either

A. wandering around the Thor district until Thor contacts him to let him know that he's been kicked out :'| or
B. wandering around the Hel district. ]


{OOC| Shh I brought him back early. He's now been canon updated a couple of years.}

[Video]
[The camera is cut off halfway, only to show a young woman with dark hair looking a portrait. A family. Their faces are cut off and Alice gazing at it. A clank of something out of her hands when she realizes this has been recording. Her precious dog walks into view as Alice scratches his chin before cutting it off.]

[Voice]

We won't be discussing it. I have things to attend to; it seems I am behind a few days of work.