...Right. I -- [ Her voice chokes, so fuck this shit, switching to text. ]

Intrepid adventurers and treasure hunters of Darstone!

Bored out of your wits? Current resident not agreeing with you? Dark, creepy cave too dangerous for you to go alone? All of the above?

If yes, I, Marian Hawke, offer a partnership. Accompany me to quests, and I shall split the treasures evenly. No criteria and interviews! I just need people that know how to fight. Warriors encouraged.

That is all.

::The video shows a bustling office. Natives of Darstone can be seen from time to time in the background and the noises are those of a government office overburdened with a staggering influx of work. Voices calling back and forth. The clicking of typing. The low scratch of pens and flapping papers. In the midst of all this chaos sits Prussia, uniform crisply pressed, hair neatly combed back from his face. Perhaps if you haven't met him before, you recognise him from England's warning?::

Good afternoon, fellow victims of the unawesome government sponsored kidnapping plan! You may find yourself asking: "What is this incredible sight before me?" or "Whose amazing voice do I hear?" or even "Why is such a powerful and awe-inspiring being making this mass communication effort?"

If you're not, then keep it to yourself.

Anyways. The answer is simple!

For those of you who I haven't met, I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt -or Preußen, Prussia, whatever you like that isn't unawesome- and for a few lucky souls, I've got an opportunity~

The ability to type is preffered. The ability to follow instruction is a requirement. And since this is me talking, some combat skills wouldn't be out of place, but consider those optional for now. Ordinarily, I'd expect a C.V. on my desk for review before scheduling the interview, but I need people quickly so we're gonna cut that bullshit out of the process.

Respond here to schedule an in person meeting or show up at the Customs Office before close of business today if you want a job. The pay is eighty whatever-the-fucking-currency-is-called a day, ::He pauses, glancing around before leaning in conspiratorily.:: and just between us? I see plenty of opportunity for advancement.

::Prussia sits back with a sigh.:: Oh yeah. If you come here, don't be an idiot and ask for me mentioning shit about a job. Just come find me. I'm pretty fucking obvious and recognisable and shit -::Here he makes a sweeping gesture from his white-blond hair to his red eyes to his Prussian blue uniform.::- so if you can't manage that then you are not getting hired.

-=for those he's spoken to already, he's sounding a lot stronger and healthier. he is attempting to be lighthearted, but in the end he still sounds worn=-

I wanted to extend my gratitude to those who came to my aid when I first arrived here. I would have surely lost my life if it wasn't for your efforts, and while a mere word of thanks feels hardly appropriate for such an act of kindness, it is all I have to offer.

That being said, I am curious to learn about the different people that have come to be in this place. I believe the people I met were called humans? I had never left my home world, so this is a new sort of opportunity for me.

[Fingertips leave red smears across the mirror as they fumble to use it, and when the feed comes on a broken, wracking sob can be heard, obviously coming from the head bent and half-hidden by a mane of dark hair, green tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles to talk.]

W-work, please, you have to...

[And as soon as she realizes it's on she places it down none too gently, her blood-stained hands immediately returning to the head cradled on her lap.]

[The man in her lap is awash in bright red blood, seeping from gashes that littered what little of him can be seen from the angle of the mirror. His breathing is pained and ragged, dark lips parched and dry pulled into a grimace around sharp teeth, and as Di holds him a faint rustling of chains can be heard.]

Help, someone, anyone, I don't...I don't know how much longer he can last like this. [She bends her head until their foreheads touch, unmindful of the blood, her voice beyond distraught.] How could they...hold on, love, please, stay with me...