"Greetings, once more, Asgard. I wish it were Under better circUmstance, bUt some Urgent matters have come to my attention and mUst be rectified."

[And just like that, Calliope switches on the video feed. No scarf, no makeup, no shadows to conceal herself with; she is out in broad daylight, fully exposing her face and she is nervous as hell. She had not wanted to do this, but now her hand has been forced and things will only get worse if she doesn't get some edgeway in, on her own terms. The cherub's eyes refuse to open fully, for fear of how the network will react. Her typically chipper demeanor sounds half-forced, against her gritted teeth.]

"TrUthfUlly I have been here for qUite some time, bUt given certain rUles I adhere to, I have not felt comfortable revealing my face. If yoU see another who looks as I do, I implore yoU, do not engage him. He is more dangeroUs than yoU know.

I am sUre some of yoU mUst have.. qUestions. I will attempt to answer them as well as I am able."

[Attempted Private Text to Hisao, Ritsu]

"I may not be able to come into work for a while. My apologies; I will do my best to get yoU a makeUp shipment when I have every thing in order."

[There's nothing amiss in Pyro's life at all as he walks toward his room, turning on the video to discuss his little scrap with the gods. He wants to find out exactly who was threatening him and what kind of authority he has in the city.

There's a flash of a door opening, a familiar room full of candles, and then a piercing scream as Pyro slams the door shut again and collapses against it. When his face reappears, it's chalk-white and drenched in sweat.]

Who the fuck put all the c-candles in my room?!

((ooc: since Pyro pissed off pretty much everyone, not just gods, in Sigyn's post, he's been cursed with pyrophobia. He has no memory of ever controlling fire, only that he was a mutant who lost his abilities, and fire now scares him shitless. Enjoy!))