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[thewaythatiam]

[ Astrid, meet the network. Network, meet Astrid. She is sitting at the console very straight and stiffly, and looks all but expressionless - except for how wide her eyes are and how she appears to be fidgeting with the fingers of one hand. When she speaks, her voice is very even, though, and not modulated much at all. ]

Hello.

[ there's a brief pause as she stares at the camera. When she starts talking again, her eyes dart away from the camera to look down and off to the side ]

I am Agent Astrid Farnsworth. I would appreciate it if someone would tell me if there is an Agent Charlie Francis, an Agent Lincoln Lee, or an Agent Olivia Dunham here. I report to them and I need further instruction about what I should be doing in this situation.

...Please.

[ her eyes flick back to the camera, then away, and she shuts the feed off ]

first decree [video]

[thetyrant]

[Logan taps his fingers agitatedly as the feed begins, but that's the only part of him that's anything but stoic. Even with his hair lank and greasy from the sea, his clothes stained and damp and that breastplate surely irritating him, he projects as much kingly composure and calm as he can muster.]

I suppose the first order of business would be to introduce myself. [His voice is deep and rich, a bit of a contrast with his thin, angular features.] My name is Logan. I am the king of a place called Albion, but unless any of my citizens have found their way here, I'm aware I have no authority and will not make any attempts to command.

[His left hand clenches into a fist, hard enough for his knuckles to go white, then relaxes. The movement is repeated rhythmically as he finishes.] The person who brought me here from the Shell's Edge seemed to believe he had told me everything of import, but is there any other knowledge I'm likely to be missing? The natives of a place often take for granted something a foreigner would like to know.

5. [Video] - Backdated to after his audience

[tactile_telekinesis]

[It isn't raining and his clothes are also wet, so it couldn't be due to having a shower, however Kon is dripping wet and he looks annoyed. Not at the fact he's wet, but at something else. Or maybe someone because he's staring angrily at the console and his jaw looks clenched tightly. He's not making this private, or asking to see people, he's about to blow and his blood is boiling.]

Let me tell you all straight up that that guy you know? The one with the lame ass jeans and t-shirt uniform? That guy is not me! That guy is an idiot, he's nothing like me.

[Kon has seen what has to apparently come in his future and he doesn't like it. He's pushed out with his TTK and a few things are knocked off the desk and from a small table in the background.]

You all kept things from me. You all lied to me. Why? Aw little Kon-El, let's not tell him anything about the big bad future. Did you not trust me to know this stuff? Is that it?

I know everything.