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[ghoulking]

[ video comes up, and there is Kaneki and Cass looking at the camera. He is sitting down with a serious expression and nods at Cass to let her know he will start ] It has been a week since the Death Island Swear-in, and we actually have a lot of things to discuss. [ so… many… ]

During the Swear-In, myself and a team of imPorts met with an OTO representative from a less extreme branch of their organization. We talked and they said all they want to do is to send us home: this branch has no plans on killing us, but they also don’t really care about Atropos. All they want is for us to go home. So they suggested us working together on just that: they want us to establish a spy to report back on government and imPort projects regarding the imPort multiverses and multidimensional advances. In return, they’d do the same and tell us about their own interdimensional travel efforts. [ by kaneki’s expression, he is not Impressed. ]

We decided we would ask the imPort community what you want to do. Ideas, options, opinions. I do want to remind you, however, we never established direct contact with the OTO before, this is the first time. [ so it’s good to think things through.

After, Kaneki will look back at Cass because this trip is not over yet. ]

Yeah, I’m here too. Again. [ She’s starting to realize this is a pattern, at this point. ] So, if you’re wondering about the actual permanent-death-inducing laser cannon that caused what we were all memorializing over there- it’s not there anymore. And it’s probably in the hands of OTO. Because we can’t have a single fucking moment of peace around here, obviously.

[ After taking a moment to rub her forehead: ] Specifically, it’s owned by a company called Agile Systems Solutions that OTO owns most of the stock of- well, companies associated with them do. Let’s just say it’s OTO and get it over with. Kaneki’s thinking we should pool our combined riches and harness the power of late capitalism to worm our way in, so if you’re an imPort that actually has money, feel free to pitch in, I guess. Or whatever you want to do. Point is, something that can off any of us for good is in the hands of a bunch of mass murderers who want to murder us specifically, which makes me think we probably shouldn’t trust them with any spies...but obviously we’re all leaving that to you people. Try not to lose your shit.

That plan from- uh- Psychopomp and I last month is still on the table, by the way. [ She sighs. ] Like I said. Try to actually think before you pitch a fit, here? We kind of have a potential apocalypse to prevent.

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Comments

[photophobic]

[ He's doing... an admirable job of not either hurling his phone at a wall or crushing it to shards in his hand, how's that? ]

We can't let them debate this. There's-- there's nothing. There's nothing, waiting for any of us, and they don't see it--

[nightmarist]

No one's stupid enough to go along with this.

[photophobic]

Don't do that.

[nightmarist]

Do what?

[photophobic]

You know they are. We both know they are.

[nightmarist]

It doesn't matter. Even if they are, what the rest of these idiots decide to do won't affect us. Neither side will get useful intel, whatever spy they send in will turn up dead, and in the end we'll be fighting OTO or Atropos or both.

[photophobic]

So you want to wait. Until this comes for us.

[nightmarist]

Did I say that?

[photophobic]

You didn't say anything else.
I won't have this taken from me. You. My family. No.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan is momentarily alarmed to come first in that list, but more importantly:]

Nothing about this is a new threat. All that happened is some imPorts talked to one stupid member of the least powerful branch of the OTO and we learned some other branch of the OTO has a weapon they've already had for a while. Big fucking deal.

You have the Greywaren.

[photophobic]

[ Well of course you're first after him on his list of concerns, he's talking to you, Ronan. That's absolutely all it is.

But there is something... remarkably soothing about the way those last words roll into Kylo's heart. He hisses out a slow breath.

There's a pause. And then: ]

Tell me you want to stay here.

[nightmarist]

[That's not the real question, is it?]

I don't care if it's here or some other world. I wanna stay with you.

[photophobic]

[ There is a very, very audible shuddering inhale. And then silence. He breathes out. His heart slams. He breathes in again. He grips his phone so hard he's sure his knuckles are going to rip through his skin. ]

Where are you.

[nightmarist]

The long barn.

[photophobic]

[ There's no reply.
He's driving. ]