[Encrypted 80% to Kirk ]

C-captian...

[ Chase is shaking, large eyes terrified. She looks dirtied, mussed up. Worried. ]

Captian, I'm--I'm scared. I need you here, Capa--I mean, Captian.

[ Her chest heaves, inhaling shakily before she manages a sob. ]

I'm scared. I'm scared and I don't know what to do. Please help me. Please.

[ A sniffle and she's actually crying, hastily wiping away the tears. ]

I didn't predict this, I couldn't. I'm hurt and--and the black smoke is everywhere and I don't know what to do.

I am making inquiry as to the character and skills of a man called Magneto. Any information would be appreciated, as I intend to enter into a business arrangement and feel it is advisable to know more about the man first.

Also I may have need of a good lawyer, if there is one hereabouts.


[ooc: Come at her with any information you'd like to share, good or bad. Or pretend you're a lawyer, that works too. ;) ]

[ When the video feed flickers to life, it bobs for a moment, accompanied by the sound of hissing breath. As it rights itself, Petyr's face comes into view, his features unusually drawn and the expression upon his face unmistakably something close to grief, to panic (and if it is feigned, if it is another lie, then it is one of the greatest that he has told). There's dark red staining his hands, or at least what is visible of them through the comms device. His voice is hushed but urgent, its tone unsteady but still clear enough. ]

My daughter— Alayne Stone has been gravely injured. I fear to move her — I fear for her life. Please, should anyone possess the capability to help—

[ He glances away, now, out of the frame of the screen. Even through the feed, one can see the hollows of his cheeks cast a stronger shadow as he clenches his jaw, the stricken father played to the hilt. (He doesn't have the time to play coy or cautious.) ]

— please hurry.

[ ooc: after this. ]