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[ The feed turns on shakily and abruptly, showing at first a view of mostly sky, but then it catches more blurry glimpses of scenery -- what might be recognizable as downtown Nonah, if someone were to squint or was just very familiar with the area by now -- as it moves again, as if being wrestled from someone. Voices can be heard above the fainter sounds of traffic, although there's the steady pulse of a nearby car stereo playing loudly and, occasionally, an engine revving.

Then the communicator steadies, being held at its owner's side; the camera now gives an un-aimed view the street, though at a somewhat diagonal, catching about half of the car in question in the shot. A guy's voice, about a foot away, says: "--the sickest shit I ever seen, man! Orale, show the guy, Angie!" And then the communicator moves again, the man holding it taking a step back as Angie breathes fire about five feet into the air. Only the fire and not Angie herself is visible on the screen, although within moments the speaker is stepping close again.

"You see that? It's legit, right? Just one selfie, man! Just one, come on!" ]

Then what, you'll finally beat it? [ Diablo's not speaking into the communicator, obviously, so his voice is muted, though still audible. ] I got nothing to say about no heroes, kid. Whatever you want? It ain't got nothing to do with me.

[ "Yeah, yeah, whatever! Damn, why you got to be such a bummer, dude?" The communicator raises again, rotating around to show two people: #1, a heavily tattooed man in a letterman-style jacket, "Diablo" embroidered on it like a nametag, looking impatiently at #2, who appears to be a teenager with slicked back hair ("AA" shaved into the sides), a lightning bolt tattoo on his neck, and large mirrored sunglasses. ]

Okay, how--

[ But, smiling delightedly, the boy waves into the camera, declaring: "Heeeey, imPorts! Que onda, stay crazy, guys -- we still believe in you! We got your backs now, so take it easy! Ride or die, man!" before he laughs and runs out of frame to join his off-screen friends; the car motor revs again. Diablo, still holding the communicator, does nothing for a moment except flick his eyes irritably and skeptically in that direction, then turns the camera around to capture the kids driving away. The car's plate reads "DOUBLE A". ]

Man, the hell was that. [ And now the camera once again rotates, his skeptical gaze gracing the screen. ] If that's what you all got around here, then no wonder they be importing in heroes like furniture.

[ Well... "heroes," as the still-dubious expression on his face may go on to suggest. He shrugs, then shakes his head. ]

But hey, y'know-- it's whatever. Anyone know where's a good shoe place around here?

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You need to swap them out for other accessories! Perhaps one for every day of the week.

[ Oh my God, what. ]

Like what other accessories? I'm supposed to just wake up and put on brass knuckles because it a Tuesday, or something?

Well, you could, you know.

Nah -- think I'm good with what I got. It seem like all that jewelry gonna do is weigh a guy down, you know? What'd I need it for?

You can't be that simple a man.

Why's it so important to you?

I don't like boring people.

How's it my problem if you think I look boring? Ain't nothing to prove to you, Hemali.

Oh, I get the feeling you aren't a boring man, even if you want to masquerade as one.

[ Things she wants to see: him light something on fire. ]

[ All in due time... all in due time. ]

Nah, I don't want nothing like that. Ain't no point in hiding.

So what kind of man are you then?

That's something I been trying to figure out, too.

That ink of yours doesn't tell a story?

Yeah, it tells a story. But I dunno the ending yet, even though it needs one.

You'll have to work on that.

You think I haven't been already? Ain't like all this helps any. [ Cocks his head, meaning... well, this situation. ] Things is different now, but we ain't know exactly how yet.

We'll find out one way or another. I hear this place has ways of surprising us.

By now, I dunno what'd surprise me anymore. Anything's possible, I guess.