[Have a video feed of a kind of ugly cat, guys. It's off-white and scruffy, with torn up ears and a kink in its tail and one eye -- but somehow kind of cute anyway. And it's pretty bloated -- it's either wormy or pregnant, and it's trying to get into Kanda's lap as he sits on the front steps of the apartment building in Loki district.]

Turns out if you feed strays, they keep coming back.

Who likes cats? She's due soon.

[This kind of had to happen, seeing that Finland arrived almost three weeks ago now... But he wanted Finland to settle in first and thought everything would be fine, but then people started talking to the smaller nation and while none of them seemed to be particularely dangerous and the other nations seem to have left him alone so far... you never know.]

Nobody touch my wife.

Name's Finland. Short, blond. Is mine.


[LOCKED AWAY FROM FINLAND]

Need a nice place for a dinner for two. Recommendations?

[The feed opens onto a smile. A smile on the face of a being who usually smiles...but not like this. It's not a happy smile at all. In fact, it almost seems pitiful, as if Cheriour is thinking about something that is troubling that he can't exactly put into words. But then he pipes up, his voice cheerful as ever as he starts talking.]

You know, back home, me and my brethren used to sing with one another. Singing is viewed as a communal experience, much like the human tradition of getting together and telling stories! I was just thinking that I haven't sung for a while, and I'd like to share one with all of you! It feels so strange singing it by myself, after all, and really, I just need an audience.

If you don't want to listen, then don't! I don't mind. The songs of angels aren't your typical songs, after all. [A pause.] So, here goes.

[He clears his throat and opens his mouth, and a strange sort of song comes out of him, sung in a language which is rarely spoken, if not sung. People who know Latin will realize that he is singing about something that is not exactly the happiest of topics, for he is singing about Judgement Day. The Second Coming. The day when all the sinners of the world will be judged and punished, while the innocent will be saved.]

[His voice is not bad at all, but one can imagine how better it would be to hear multiple people singing it at once. But Cheriour tries his best to carry the song, giving strength and emotion to every word as he goes through the song. How he wishes his brothers were here, how they would join together in song and share this experience together.]

[But this time, he is alone. And when he finishes the song, there's a brief flicker of deep sadness in his face. His brethren...they were probably dying back home, getting their hearts torn out by a faceless killer he did not yet know the identity of. There was nothing he could do about it. That was that.]

[And then its gone, and he just gives a nod, grinning like he always does.]

So! There we go! Don't know if any of you enjoyed it or not, but..anyways! Do any of you sing songs with others, I wonder? Or is that only an angel thing?

[A brisk nod, and then he switches on the filter, his grin getting slightly more serious.]

[Filtered to Diva]

Miss. We need to talk about...certain things. Please reply as soon as possible.

[As the video flickers to life, the bracelet shows an very interested looking young boy staring intently.]

Did I get it? Can you guys see me? [Considering long distance communication is done by carrier pigeons in his world, color him surprised by how this little piece of jewelry works.]

So I got the whole story as to why I'm here from that maid lady. While I really don't mind helping this world, I was in the middle of something important back home. And I mean really important. I have people who are waiting for me...

My name is Capell, if anyone knows anything about getting out of here, I'd really appreciate the help.