[The camera turns on to a red-haired girl dressed all in white. Chidori's in the midst of putting some of her hair up with the two small (and hopefully fake) swords in her hands, motions swift and practiced. Precise. She stares down the camera of the computer, her face an impressive blank, and settles her hands elegantly in her lap as she finishes with her hair. When she speaks, her voice is quiet and practically as impassive as her expression.]

To my... mysterious benefactor.

[There's a shift in her expression, subtle but nearly palpable, and her golden eyes narrow slightly.]

If you saved me, and you did not save them, then believe me, no one will save you.

[Her expression returns to full neutrality then, and she seems to hesitate before speaking again.]

Minato, Jin, Ken. If you are here, I am in 1-19.

Don't keep me waiting.

[That is as much as she apparently deems fit to say, and she doesn't hesitate again before turning the camera off.]

[A very pissed off Latina girl, wearing the catsuit provided to her, is gracing your screen for the first time! Have I mentioned she's not very happy with the current situation?]

Look, I don't know whose bright idea it was to kidnap me, but you grabbed the wrong girl. [she waves one hand around] I am from Lima Heights Adjacent, you know what goes on there? It's not pretty. So you best be lettin' me go.

Also this collar has gotta go. I appreciate kinky sex games as much as the next girl, but kidnapping is not the way to go. I'm totally not playing out your stupid fantasies. [she sits back and crosses her arms] You could have just asked.

Oh and one last thing, [she holds up the note] Was this like terrorists or did Berry just talk about herself too much? This is like the worst practical joke in the history of jokes. Can I go home now?

Evenin'.

[sup tower, how's it goin'. have one (1) very very ticked off aquatic troll staring at the screen. even if you were used to seeing his species, he's a bit.. notable. mostly due to the fact that he's the kind one can instantaneously recognize as a villain-type. maybe it's the crazy collar. or the sneer revealing perfectly serrated teeth. or the deep, jagged scars running diagonally across his face.

something like that, anyway. point is, like most other arrivals, he's not exactly delighted to be here.]

If someone would be so... kind as to further explain the situation I find myself in, that would be appreciated. Perhaps I'll even spare you if it seems useful enough, hm? That said, if any 'a the imperial forces are here, now would be the time to make yourself known. If not, it should already be established I have little patience for cowards or traitors.

Consider this your warning.

[yep, and it's off. no "thank you for your time" or any of that nonsense, apparently.]

(ooc: action to anyone who wants it! he'll be wondering about the second floor. a warning, though: chances are, he's going to be out for blood.)