[The transmission begins with a pink haired young man looking into the transmitter closer than he probably should have.]

Lucy! Erza!? Wendy? Gajeel? You guys are here right?!

[He pulls back and mutters to himself mutinously.]

...No way. I won't buy it. No way our world's been destroyed. It's not something that can just go poof like that. No WAY!

[Oh dear that was the sound of him turning around and punching the neighboring wall. The damage is noticeable but not too bad. It's an improvement givne the outrage he has inside. It was impossible for the world to be destroyed while he was knocked out. What about Lucy who had been arrested? What about his family, the Guild? What about Igneel!? No this was all some kind of act. It HAD to be.]

Anyone from Fairy Tail here get in touch okay? We need to figure out a way outta here.

[And he ends his transmission with that.

[This kid's been here for a little less than a week, and he's just now decided to try out the network terminals. Specifically, one of the ones on his dorm's floor. The face that appears in the video feed isn't a very happy one.]

So I've been here for about a week, and I forget how many people I've never met that seem to know my name.

...What I'm saying is that basically, there's at least one guy around here who shares my face and has been pretending to be me. Maybe two. But if you're looking for Riku, that's me.

[There's a pause while he tries to decide whether to end it or not, then he does. He'll stick around the terminal for a while, then he'll go prowl the lower levels of the tower.]

[So here's a warmage. He woke up in a bed with a letter telling him the world was destroyed.

Obviously the first thing to do (after raiding the chest of course) is to use that suspicous looking terminal that may or may not be booby trapped.

What you will see is a strange armor-clad guy standing in front of the camera with a glowing crossbow slung across his back.]

So, I'm stuck in this dump, right? And the world is destroyed or something. Man, I worked so hard to prevent that. If it ain't orcs it's another world-destroying calamity.

Eh, stuff happens.

So is anyone going to fill me in on what this place is?

[pokes the camera a bit]

Is this thing even on? Doesn't look very reliable.

[The feed clicks on, showing a surprised masked man.]

Okay, what did I just--

[He clears his throat.]

Hi. I’ve been trying to hack this terminal for an hour or so, to see if I can verify the information I’ve been given. It’s not really working, so I guess the next option is to ask around.

[He rubs the back of his neck, clearly not used to having to ask for help.

He’s not alone, either. Behind him someone happens to be hovering past the doorway silently at first, but then backtracks and stops in the entrance. Since his back is facing her he probably won’t notice, but she’s definitely noticed him. Her eyes open wide and her jaw drops with an audible gasp.

Yeah, her surprise is definitely apparent.]

Nightwing?! You are here??

[He jerks around in surprise, already brandishing a pair of escrima sticks.]

Who are you?

[Who she is might just have to wait, because (heedless of the weapons, she’s just that excited) before the last word has left his mouth she’s already halfway across the room, throwing her arms around him in relief and accidentally sending them both against the terminal. The last thing that the feed picks up from either of them is a shout (“What in--?!”) from “Nightwing” and a relieved string of WORDS (“I am so relieved to see you are undamaged!”) from the weird orange girl before the feed cuts off rather abruptly.]

[OOC: Answers will come from both Starfire and Nightwing!]