goesbythebook: (look up from the book)
[When the video clicks on, a man in a pair of glasses is visible. He is dressed in a tuxedo, perfectly dressed, and appears in one of the many apartments in Luceti. This room, however, seems to have been converted into an office. Two desks are visible behind him, one tidy while one is chaotic. Both hold several files and other papers.

William has been busy--and by extension, Grell.

The man adjusts his glasses, then begins to address the book in front of him.]


Attention, residents of Luceti.

I am William T. Spears. [There is a pause here, as if the speaker is used to saying more but forcing himself to hold back. After that moment, however, the voice continues.] I am investigating the odd phenomenon of life and death here: specifically, how beings who die are somehow revived. To that effect, I would be thankful if those who have died, either in their own worlds or here, would respond with whatever details they can provide about the incidents.

In particular, the following information would be most useful:

-If you experienced the phenomenon of seeing your life flash before your eyes.
-If you recall anything that happened after the moment of death but before the return to life.
-If you can describe your condition upon returning to life in regard to injury or other alteration. The addition of the wings and barcode that are standard for those in Luceti should not be included in such a report.

Thank you all for your time and cooperation.

[The man in the picture bows then, briefly, before turning off the feed.]
goesbythebook: (...)
[Yet another journal plays, one of countless left to their own nefarious devices. The video shows--well, mostly sky. No one said the books could aim themselves, even if they do turn on without help. On the right, however, a man can be seen standing on what looks like a ledge. In fact, anyone below that particular community building might see him as well. William has woken up in a very high place, and perched himself in the best spot to observe the activity below.]

Honestly. This situation grows continually worse. [The voice is bland, if clearly irritated. Fitting as it comes from a man whose posture would rival most wooden boards.] Whatever turn has brought me to this place is most unwelcome.

[Then a breeze blows not quite at the right angle to turn the page, but perfectly directed to send a shiver up William's back. Oh, and of course the black wings now attached there spread out, instinctively resisting the cold.]

And with these unnecessary appendages in place of my proper clothes. Honestly, if either of those ill-performing reapers were capable of such a thing, I could easily place the blame on them. I can only hope that the responsible party somehow has more sense, now that whatever poor joke they've attempted has come to its fruition.

[He raises a hand, fingers extended, up to the side of his face. There's a faint click as he adjusts his glasses, quickly replaced by an irritated sigh.]

Certainly they can return my scythe at the very least.

[He can't even jump down with proper balance while he lacks it.]

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