What on earth is going on in this place? [Don't mind Nero. He's a little confused by all of the recent network posts lately. ]

This isn't exactly the greatest time for explanations, but I sure as hell would appreciate one just about now. 

What's all this about talk about food poisoning going around? To anyone who might of accidentally eaten poisoned food you have my condolences. That's gotta blow hard. Everything seemed alright a moment ago. Guess it all went to hell, huh?

Geez, this is really starting to get out of hand.

Oh, right. Before I forget, my name's Nero.

Apparently I've been at this tower before and for some reason I don't remember any of it. Don't take it personally if I can't remember names or anything.

[Held in Vergil's hands is a severed head, it's as simple as that, and most of the view on the screen.]

Who did this.  Am I to blame some graverobber, or the administration?

[That's all he has to say, though he might be found later, digging up a grave to bury it.]

[The video feed comes on first, for an instant showing Kariya's gaunt, haggard face. The left half of it is badly scarred, wasted away, the muscles slack, his left eye dull and pale. He blinks, then frowns at the screen, and the video cuts off as he switches to voice. He didn't mean to show himself.]

Hello. My name is Kariya Matou.

I know so many of you have been suffering, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything that's been done to you. If there's anything I can do to help, I'll try to do it. Even if you just want someone to talk to. I don't think we should be alone here.

[He pauses to catch his breath, a little winded. He's not really sure how to broach his next subject, but he forges ahead.]

There's a question I want to ask, too. If someone could help me-- I have a condition, and I was wondering... If any of you know anything about magical healing, can you contact me? Thank you.

[Lucifer has found that he's begun to use the network almost solely when he's angry. Truth be told it's one of the few times it has any real appeal to him, at least in regard to using it as his own platform to speak. And after the embarrassment and insult leveled at him by the Tower this last month, he's quite fed up. He needs something to take his mind off of things.

Which brings him to what he has to say.]

I quite enjoy competition. I believe myself a competitive man. But I felt there was something lacking in the competition the tower gave us. I found it a bit impersonal. Part of competition is getting to know the people you're competing against. That's not particularly possible when so many of them have had their identities crush and assumed by something else, now is it?

I'd go so far as to say it wasn't sporting.

I wasn't very satisfied by this last competition. If anything, it served to simply arouse my thirst instead of quench it. And so I would like to propose a more personal competition. A bit of a way for me to get to know some of you better. To even find a few more who are like-minded, you could say.

I therefore propose a duel, or set of duels, to take place one week from today. I will take on any and all challengers who answer my challenge whether they come at me one at a time or in groups or all at once. The challenged may even choose where the battle takes place and, if they wish, any restrictions they wish to impose.

It's been quite a long time since I've taken some exercise. And certainly there must be some others who would be interested in a friendly bit of competition.