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[ The forge is back to its former smoky glory, for the most part. The anvil's intact and the oven's firing, anyway, and those are the key things. The walls are still slowly rebuilding themselves, but they're largely intact, too. Koltira doesn't look as pleased about it as one might expect. He's carving a filigree into a dagger with a burin; a pattern of intertwining leaves and ivy, something half-remembered from his youth. His jaw is set, his eyebrows furrowed. ]

It seems that even when I try for mercy, chaos reigns. What, then, is the correct course? Perhaps this is the weakness in me, the flaw that Sylvanas spoke of.

[ He digs into the metal, scowling. ]

Perhaps my time here has made me soft.

[ He doesn't sound entirely convinced. He doesn't sound sure of anything, in fact. He's not concerned with the team's moral direction as a whole, or their cohesion as a unit. To his mind, he already exists outside of those discussions. He's in turmoil only due to his own challenged beliefs. A moral compass that was once rigid now has its needles pointing every which way. Should he have killed those Taraxans after all? Is ruthlessness always the most efficient, most productive answer? For once, he doesn't know.

His head aches. He stares up, directly at whomever might be listening.

Now more than ever, he has to distract himself. The hunger gnaws at his nerves. A confusion of thoughts distresses his mind. He needs direction. Focus. ]

It is imperative that I stay occupied. Give me work, if you have it.

ex_mettacrusher33

[The camera lowers in on the scene: two chairs are in the courtyard, where two figures are seated. A robot and a fish-troll sit and smile, holding coffee mugs. Words project overhead, reading GOOD MORNING, AUDENTES! before fading out. Cheery music plays.]

Good morning, beauties and gentlebeauties! You know, I've been pondering... There's been many attempts to make this team grow more cohesive - telling one another our personal stories, team-building exercises, holding hands around the campfire and singing songs... While those are ALL well and good, I've found that the best way to properly appreciate a person is more simple than that.

"Why, Mettaton," I hear you ask! "Whatever can you be talking about?!"

You laugh with them!! And thus comes our newest and most spectacular program to date: GOOD MORNING, AUDENTES! [CONFETTI!] After every mission, I, your wonderful host, will be bringing along a new, special guest to give advice to YOUR pressing questions! Who should you be dating? What happens when you kill a ghost? What if there was beer on the sun? You send in the questions, we give you the answers. Think of it as an advice column with a rotating guest.

This week's guest is none other than our very own troll royalty: Feferi Peixes! [Applause.midi] So get those questions started, beauties, and remember: if you think you can do better? There's only one way to find out. [Wink.] Ready? IIIIT'S SHOWTIME!!

[[Here is how this works!! Send in questions here for advice. It's assumed it's going to Mettaton's inbox, so he'll keep every asker a secret unless they say they want to be revealed. Then him and his guest will discuss the question and give their (most likely silly) advice for audience enjoyment and better understanding of said guest! Feel free to discuss said questions/advice below as well!]]

pummelling

[After a long morning of repairs, Jin's feeling chatty: he's taken shelter under the spontaneously sprouting tree in the Oska gardens and sitting with his legs folded. With an eyebrow raised quizzically, he peers into the magitek's "camera".]

So. How many ALASTAIR agents does it take to steal a diamond?

[you're not funny jin.]

Seriously. Seeing as we've all rested up and done our homework-- assuming that you've all gone through the dossier already [with all the intonation of the high school teacher who is definitely expecting you to stay on top of the readings, or so help him]-- we've got some work to do. We've only got a couple weeks to meet up with our analyst on Leramzen, get in, and get out with the diamond. I don't doubt we can manage, but I also know we're a pretty eclectic bunch.

That's a nice way of saying 'crazy mismatched', by the way.

I'm curious, though. How many people have experience with-- let's call 'em requisitions? A mission like this is familiar enough that I'm almost getting nostalgic here, and I feel like some of us might be in the same boat. [He huffs, in what might be the beginnings of a sardonic-sounding laugh.]

It might help us get our plans in order, but if you're sworn to secrecy or don't feel like fessing up for whatever reason... [he shrugs a bare shoulder, head tilting a little,] I get it. It's not the lightest of topics for everyone.

paintjobs

[It's a nice hello from your local, not-Zymandis robots! You know, the ones on your side that you shouldn't be slaughtering! Luckily, they look a lot different, right?

Anyway, it's Knock Out and Zenyatta together in a room that looks like it's near the library, and upon the table behind them is one of the Shielders, as well as a T15. Both appear rather... dissected, at this point. Zenyatta addresses the network, while Knock Out, still picking over the insides of the Shielder, ignores it.]

Greetings.

Although I know this may not have been a popular topic... I had been interested in the level of consciousness of our enemies. Thank you, Keith, for assisting in not harming these units fatally. With help from Knock Out, I was able to see if the Zymandis robots were capable of any thoughts of their own, or had any direction besides their orders. They did not. Perhaps that is for the best.

[There’s movement from behind as Knock Out finally gives up on his patient (“patient”) and leans in to loom over Zenyatta and share the feed. He looks pretty pleased with himself as he speaks.]

They did bring us a little gift, though. Both of these machines have connectivity ports in them — don’t worry, I’ve disabled the transmitter, they’re only receiving data at the moment. And it looks like they’re receiving straight from Zymandis… assuming Zymandis is a moving point. A warship, maybe. They’re all the rage for destructive organizations. [He pauses to quirk a brow.] So, if nothing else, we know where not to go galavanting off to.

ex_adept136

Hello, everyone. As I've mentioned to a few of our associates, Arima and I have done some of our own investigation in the sewers. Our initial findings prompted some follow-up, and now we're prepared to report what we've gathered.

During our first search, we found a table on which some notes in alien writing were gathered. Along with this were an ear-piercing gun and plastic tags that bear an unfamiliar symbol. It would seem someone is tracking the underground infected, from what we can gather.

Our second search turned up what seems to be a jewelcomm like ours. These all seem to be signs that Percy is indeed in the sewers and coordinating with an organization who uses the same kind of technology we do, and I can only think of one other. Should anyone wish to examine it, we can make that available to you. I see no purpose in leaving it for its user to retrieve.

Whatever's going on, it appears fairly organized. It's not just infecting the populace if tracking after the fact is involved...

If anyone else has further findings or insights, let's see what we can make of this.

[ooc: Backdated to 3/21. As always please feel free to thread-hop/thread-jack. Bounty board turn-in can be found here]

predickamental

Damn, smartphone technology really advanced while I was driving through Arkansas.

[She's not quite laughing at her own joke, but she's very clearly thinking about it. And who can blame her? Good comedy relies on kernels of truth, and Arkansas is, in many ways, similar to the Bermuda Triangle.]

What the hell did y'all do to New Jersey? I mean I know. I read the file. But really. It looks bad out there.

Little bit of business: I'm looking for an asshole. White guy, dark hair styled in the greasy millennial tradition, always squinting in a manner of general petulance. Probably smells like bourbon. Goes by the name of Jesse. I've gone through the directory and didn't see him, but he's enough of a fool to lose his own username, so I thought I'd ask.

There's another asshole who looks like he hasn't showered in about ten years and catches fire when he goes out in the sun, and I guess I'm looking for him, too, but I'm not as dedicated to it, honestly.

And the last thing: you, general you, the Audentes masses of seventy-nine entire other people, tell me where there's gaps and I'll start there. As long as it's not science. I get real bored when I'm not busy.

heelies

[There appears the grave countenance of Achilles, son of Peleus, his princely features marred by grief. His eyes are rimmed red and below them sink dark purple hollows. His beard is untrimmed and his golden curls, once long and flowing, hang choppy about his ears, hacked off by his own hand. Yet still he stands with shoulders squared and chin held high, as befits one who speaks before the assembly, and still his voice rolls forth like the iron-grey clouds that fill the sky before a storm falls.]

I come bearing unhappy news amidst a sea of unhappy news - but for me, no news could be more unbearable than this. An honorable man lies dead, overpowered in all his power, victim to one of the flesh-hungry who strike fear in the breast of this city. This was Menoetius' son Patroclus, my dear brother in arms...my partner in life. He was not long among this crew, and thus if you have no other cause for lament, then lament that you are robbed the opportunity to know him for a friend.

Yet now you might meet him through my words, I who have known him for the better part of my life and love him as I love my own life. Among the Achaeans there never was a kinder man: he cared more for the man beside him than for himself, and what he had he shared generously with friend and stranger alike. Almighty Zeus, bright-eyed Athena, and Apollo the lord of light always received supplication and libation enough from his hands. With so worthy a man gone down to the House of Hades, the country of the living is left far poorer.

In this nation flung so far from my fatherland, strange enough that the shores of windy Ilios seem almost friendly, I have not the riches I once possessed. I cannot give so grand a funeral as I would wish, as great-hearted Patroclus deserves, like that which I gave on the headland over the Hellespont. There a thousand men harnessed in bronze bore the son of Menoetius to his pyre, each one's heart filled with a dirge, while my deathless mother and all of the daughters of Nereus rose from the sea wailing and beating their breasts - but who in this land shall mourn him so? The honors I heap upon him here shall be only a pale shadow of all that he is worth, and for this my grief grows twofold.

If you have any respect for the dead and for the laws decreed by the gods, then hear my plea. A pyre must be built that my dear friend may pass proper into the House of Hades. At present he wanders lost by death's gates, the Acheron's distant shore far out of reach. How can I rest while he who is dearest to me suffers unwearying? Thus, his pyre must be built today. There is more than space enough in Oakwood Park, which lies to the west. I need strong men to stack the timbers, whatever wood can be found, and others to assist in the slaughter of the oxen, that the rich blood may make sacred the flame. None need worry about drawing the curious eyes of the Woodhurstians, for Sieglinde the Green Witch shall shield the area from sight by her clever magic.

All who come to honor Menoetius' gallant son are welcome to feast afterward. To fill my stomach when my heart is so empty is hateful to me, but what food and wine I have I shall freely share with any who proves a friend to my dear companion even in death.

[CLIFFS NOTES VERSION: His not-at-all-platonic life partner is dead (again), so anyone who lends a hand in performing Ancient Greek funeral practices shall be fed a hearty dinner of oxen kebabs. I will post a log for the funeral this weekend, but that will mostly provide narrative for the various rituals and handle the aftermath. You are more than welcome to assume your character's involvement there or in the feast that follows. If you have any questions or would like to plot, please PM this journal or find me on Discord at aristosachaion#4902!

EDIT 3/15: I have come down with a fever and am slightly dying, but nevertheless I will do my best to persist in answering these tags. Sorry for the delay!]

cachemoney

[Fiona is a little out of breath, like she just hustled very quickly away from somewhere. Which she did, but that's neither here nor there. The background behind her is some innocuous wood panelling; she's in a house.]

Okay. So. Crunch time. Things are getting nuts out there, if you didn't notice. We are gonna wind up super screwed if we don't hop to figuring out what the hell to do.

[She holds up a vial. It has some alien writing on it, as well as a familiar symbol on the label.]

We found this inside the hospital. A shit-ton of them, actually. So who wants to find out what Zymandis asshole is responsible for this mess and beat an antidote out of them?

[ ooc. PS, maya, hanzo, and mccree might show up in your threads. feel free to threadjack as well! ]

ex_mettacrusher33

Well, Audentes. Things have certainly taken a turn towards Sweeps Week, haven't they?

[Who's this stunningly handsome, yet unfortunately badly lit human...? Obviously, it's Mettaton, darlings, learn how to read. But wherever could he be with such hideous lighting?]

Riots, infected, and secrets, oh my... While we're out here doing our best to keep both the townspeople and ourselves safe, I thought it'd be a good time to share with the class what we might have found. And without having to play me for it!! Lucky you. [Wink.

The "camera" gets turned away from Mettaton (a crime, he knows), now clearly showing the inside of Woodhurst Watch HQ. Specifically, inside the head editor's room. He expertly pans it from the mess on the floor that the infected and townsfolk left in their rush to head out towards the top of the desk he's sitting at. On the desk, next to where he's perched his legs (you're welcome), are some scattered sheets of paper. He's focusing his communications jewelry on one in particular.]

"Local cancer patient attacks doctor during regularly scheduled chemotherapy appointment." How dramatic. But certainly interesting, isn't it? [He's audibly tapping his fingers on the desk, just out of frame.] Can't say I know entirely what to make of it, but I'm sure checking any records in the hospital would be a good start.

Also. [He turns his necklace back to himself.] Since I and, I'm only assuming, the rest of those inorganic among us aren't particularly interesting to those infected, we might prove ourselves useful when it comes to... Well. Anything. Can't be infected, won't even attract attention... [He puts a hand to his chest and sighs.] I never thought I'd find an audience I couldn't captivate. But! Here we are and the show must go on.

[Slightly more serious. It's obvious there are specific, less fortunate people on his mind.] If there's anyone out there that needs help, let me know. I'm no superhero, but...

...Why waste a talent when you have it?

steler

[ kaz has been here for awhile now, but hasn't managed to actually post to the network. until now. the video opens with kaz and nami, sitting next to each other. kaz looks the perfect picture of an adult businessman ready to offer a deal. ]

Good Afternoon, Audentes. Here in Woodhurst, there are opportunities available to us that weren't in Perdition's Rest. [he means it in a general way - business, taking advantage of resources - but jesper picks a pretty great time to walk past in HIDEOUS colors. so that too.] But those opportunities cost money, and the meager budget ALASTAIR gave us won't last for very long.

[ if kaz is the very image of a businessman, nami is his perfect opposite: the miniskirt she wears is certainly not appropriate for any legal job... she picks up the sales pitch with ease and enthusiasm, though.] You could always work long hours to support yourself and any supplies we might need for this mission to really succeed... or you could let us help you!

["""help"""]

As it just so happens, we're feeling generous about a recent acquisition, and are willing to lend out some extra money to help with your ventures. The money can be repaid in interest or via favors of equivalent value.

[ kaz nods towards nami, who they've agreed between them that she can take care of the interest aspect. he could do it himself, of course, but he'd rather let her feel like shes contributing something here. ]

[ she hmphs, clearly there's been some disagreement here... ] Yes, really generous! Too generous, in my opinion. Anyway, the longer you take to pay us back, the more you'll owe us, so keep that in mind! [ pausing, she points imperiously at their so-far imaginary audience. ] Ah, and if you die, then we get the right to confiscate anything we want from your belongings, to pay for your debt! It's just fair, don't you think?

[ even death won't save you from this particular debt collector... ]

Moreover [ and clearly, more importantly ] Ghezen frowns on deals made in bad faith. We'll hold up our end of the bargain if you hold up yours. Feel free to contact us here or either of us privately if you wish to discuss.

competing

[ with the new mission on the horizon, and a rather desperate need to keep busy and distracted, lance has decided to put together this informational psa for all those who may benefit from it.

so. like. maybe two of you. ]

Yo! So with Woodhurst coming 'round the corner, many of you probably haven't had the chance to brush up on all six films of the Brawn of the Dead series but that's okay! Your resident Zombie Apocalypse Expert is here to help you out.

[ he's watched pretty much all the zombie films available on earth, ok, he's practically a PhD. ]

While it's pretty much impossible to gain my level of expertise in the single week we have left, I managed to break down the most important things to remember during a Zombie Apocalypse. [ complete with handy, dandy infographics! (blame whoever got them the drawing app ok.) ]

( cut for length )

iomnic

Hello, world!

[Oh, who's this guy?? Surely not someone any of you have met before!! JK, there's his username, slapped on the post like it always is. But this guy's a human!! Surely there's an explanation for this!!]

This is Zenyatta. If we have met before, then you might notice I am looking very different! If we have not, I do not typically look like this. I am typically an omnic- or as you might better know, a robot.

For the most recent mission, we have the assignment of "blending in" with the population. I thought this could be an opportunity for me to learn what it would be like to live as a human.

That is also where I could use some assistance. I am still becoming accustomed to human lifestyle, but there are many things that are new to me. For example, I have noticed there are certain rules about clothing most humans follow, but it was not exactly something I thought too much about as an omnic. I typically did not wear shirts, but it seems that this might be more of a necessity, as a human?

[As are socks. Shoes. Underwear.]

Another question I have- how do humans know when they are allergic to things? How do I run some sort of diagnosis to ascertain what I should avoid?

I am sure there are much more I have yet to discover, but some guidance would be appreciated.

pummelling

[The magitek's pulled back far enough to feature not one, but two members of Audentes... or, rather, one of them striving vainly to nudge his teammate out of the feed. It's the tail end of the struggle, though, and Kung Jin is fighting a losing battle. It takes half a second for Asher Millstone to shove his way into view, taking up half of the screen and speaking up before Jin can truly get a word in.

The law student looks more excited than ever when he starts speaking, and even lifts his arms above his head in a “raise the roof” sort of gesture.]

It’s time to get wiggity wiggity whack, yo!

Don't. [He nearly slaps a hand over his friend's mouth, but reconsiders, elbowing him back instead.] So, Audentes. Since we're almost all set to leave on our next assignment, it's come to our attention that not everyone here is from a world that people like Asher or I consider "modern day".

Whoa, you? Wait a minute. Last I checked, there was nothing normal about you, man. People in your world, like, rip dudes’ spines out through their mouths and crap!

[After he says this, Asher immediately turns from Jin back to the camera, and waves his hands emphatically in its general direction.]

Don’t try that.

[Jin casts a dubious glance at Asher and moves right along in spite of all the interruptions.]

Even if you look the part, you’ve still got to play the part, too. If you're looking for any advice or tips to blend in properly on-planet, we’re pretty much experts-- so let us know if you need a hand.

[The paler of the two pops up right behind him, leaning on the other’s shoulder.]

That’s right, baby! We’ll teach you how to be 90s.

mutemail

[ The magitek had made the most sense to him as a kind of smartwatch, so that's why he's talking up into his wrist right now, sitting somewhere in the village by himself. He's looking particularly scruffy, like he hasn't bothered to shave the entire few weeks he's been here.

He's having a hard time, obvious from his face even before he says morosely, ]

Couldn't be with my family in the first place, but at least I knew... where they were. You know, in relation to me? One of those cliche 'we're looking at the same stars' kind of things.

[ He tongues one of his canines, wrinkling his nose. Not the kind of sentiment he was usually good for, but it's how he feels even if it sounds like it's out of a kids book. ]

I'm homesick. Been homesick a long time. Want to see my kids. Anybody else out there got kids? I promise not to get my wallet out again with the pictures. Just wanted to... commiserate.

whatshimadayou

[Hanzo can be seen in the kitchen, in the middle of cooking, apparently. In the background, one might the familiar signs of Chihiro walking past, assisting the surly archer.

What might stick out to those who know Hanzo is a really obvious haircut and earring additions.]

Sometime ago, I had said I would make this team a meal. I had meant to, after Zeta 12, but there were unexpected interruptions.

There is time now. And Chihiro-san has been kind enough to assist me.

Should you like, there is okonomiyaki in the kitchen. There are variations, depending on your preference.

[He turns one over.]

If you are not familiar with it, as I expect many of you are not, it is similar to a pancake, but it is savory, often with cabbage and meat. I am able to do variations, if needed.

...In any case. Consider yourself invited to a meal. Or do not.

moneyballer

[Asher is decked out in the gaudiest holiday apparel you may ever see, addressing the network after months of ~~terrible~~ seemingly good behavior.]

Happy birthday to the original g-

[He raises a glass full of something suspicious in color, as if to make a toast.]

Je-

[The law student then proceeds to down all of the liquid at frighteningly quick pace before continuing.]

Sus Christ. Hundreds of years later and he’s still got bitches out the wazoo, stringin’ up lights on trees, prayin’ 2 his likeness, ‘n shit. I-D-K how I feel about the actual religion, but if ladies still want your dick after you’ve been dead for friggin’ ever you gotta be doing something right, right?

Anyways, I ain’t about to go to this holiday shindig sober, if y’know what I mean.

[And if you don’t, he’s about to explain it to you.]

I’m all for gettin’ slizzered in this blizzard, gettin’ some ice all up in my grill, and maybe if I’m lucky somebody’s balls’ll be getting jingled TONIGHT, y’all.

If you’re over 18 and are more keen on bein’ naughty than nice, come find me and we’ll pregame the party.

[As if this little broadcast wasn't unnecessary enough, Asher feels the need to get far too close to the camera and exclaim:]

Merry Christmas, bitcheeeeeeeez.

[*Please note that this post represents the feelings of a fictitious character about a somewhat religious holiday, and in no way is a reflection of the actual author's perspective, thank you.]

boneafide

[The video starts with VERY loud music, and a very dizzying, swinging view of the inside of one of the fighter ships. From the coloring of white and gold, one can assume it’s from the Zymandis. The next thing one might note is the sheer amount of fire present inside of the jet. That cockpit is not exactly big, and one can say maybe it’s about 75% fire at this point.

Eventually, a gloved hand picks up the necklace communicator, and holds it up to show himself in said cockpit of said burning fighter jet. The skeleton is smiling widely, while also off on the side frantically pressing buttons, pulling levers- basically, the things someone does when they have no idea what they are doing. ]

HELLO, FELLOW AL DENTE FRIENDS!!

[Papyrus means Audente, but...]

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY’RE SAYING IN THIS SONG, BUT IT SOUNDS GREAT!! Anyway!! I have obtained one of the fighter jets from the… What were their names again?

[He pauses in his button pressing for just a moment, and then shrugs. Meanwhile, the entire plane is definitely shaking wildly, of which Papyrus really doesn’t seem too bothered.]

But don’t worry, I am not alone here! Fire is my co-pilot!!

[Fire makes a bad co-pilot it seems, because there’s another loud explosion that definitely ISN’T the music. If anyone happens to be looking at the sky during this time, you will definitely be hearing (MUFFLED DAME MAS GASOLINA) playing in the distance as Papyrus’ newly acquired fighter jet is definitely about to crash and blow up.]

You know, they really should label the “land” button on these things!! I’ll figure it out, though. How’s everyone else doing!!

[Probably better than Papyrus.]

heelies

[As when storm-bruised clouds cast their dark pall over the sky, a harbinger of the torrent and tempest to come, so appears the countenance of Peleus' son. He is harnessed in the glorious armor that lame-foot Hephaestus did forge for him, and upon his head fiercely glints the golden helmet which once served as a beacon to the Myrmidons and all of the vast host of war-loving Argives. Like the thunder that is hurled by almighty Zeus who bears the aegis, his voice roars out over the network.]

Koltira, you whose heart is blackened with vile hatred! Hear now the son of Peleus, Achilles, best of all the Achaeans - I whose pride was rent by your blade when you did raise arms without first issuing a proper challenge as is honorable between warriors. I demand that you meet me in single combat, that I may avenge myself and slake my spear upon your blood. Meet me then to the east of the town ere the sun touches the far horizon, where it settles for the night into the couch of the desert - unless the worm of cowardice burrows deep within your breast to weaken your fighting spirit!

It is for this reason that I give my challenge in this public forum, that others may bear witness and hold you accountable to this duel. What say you, Koltira? Recoil not from the bloodshed you so take pleasure in! Long has my anger rankled in my breast, and long has my pride festered without salve potent enough to soothe it, for the cure lies only in victory by dint of my spear. Thus, today I wait no more!

[In the colloquialisms of the locals: This town ain't big enough for the both of us.]

predomination

[are we all ready to start roughing things up? springing into action for revenge, information, SCIENCE™, or otherwise?

well hold your horses, because Urahara has something to say.]

Evening, everyone~

I know we're all ready to start taking this seriously- or more seriously, in some cases- but before anyone sets out, I have one bit of information to share that might bring some clarity on how much of a mess we're really in.

[he holds up his holodisc fragments- all three of them] Jin-san and his magitek-stealing friend gave us the opportunity to share what we've found on all these scattered pieces, so I won't waste anyone's time by rehashing what's already been said and debated over. The thing is.. This one's complete now, and I believe it speaks for itself.

[and he plays it, snapping his fan open as the audio crackling to life:]

Findings indicate a temporal crystal deep within the planet's core, that when pierced will bring about the certain destruction of this section of the Timeline. For the sake of the continued existence of all life in this timeline, ALASTAIR must keep the core of this planet from being breached.

[it ends and Urahara makes a sound of mock-disapproval] Well, that doesn't sound good, now does it? [he snaps his fan closed for dramatic effect. because he's dramatic.] Now some of these fragments- one of mine, included- specifically mentioned a group known as Zymandis, who were dropped in both the Taraxa file and the transcript with Lloyd-san. So we can only assume, given what we know from back then and what we know now, that all of this seems to be Zymandis finishing whatever it started years before- specifically, destruction of this part of the Timeline by using the Qorral's equipment and knowledge to their advantage.

So my question is this... [and his voice drops an octave] Did anyone know of Zymandis before we arrived here? I'm curious if there's more to the story, and exactly how much and what we should be asking our Taraxa friends once we find them.

fateality

[Despite what the username displays, the video very clearly seems to show Jin with his hair down. Who is grinning, as if smug.]

Good news, everyone. No one needs to worry about the hair tie problem anymore.

[He holds up a pair of scissors.]

I was thinking I could lighten the load anyway.

[After grabbing a handful of hair on the right side, he cuts off a giant chunk in one dramatic snip.]

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