4 ♥ I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts [Accidental Video]

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[OOC: Takes place the night after the party. Also, the actual song is five minutes long, so I'm not writing out all the lyrics and he'll probably only sing about half. I'll leave it up to you :3]

[Soft humming is heard as the video comes to life by the slight knock of Firion's arm. He had been setting the phone on the table beside him, where he sat near a ledge with railing at chest height when sitting. His elbow rested on the rail as he stares out into the dark sky that is slowly, but surely, lightening up as the sun rises.

There is a rather solemn look on his face, still doesn't notice the phone is recording as he hums softly. Words eventually made it to the phone's microphone.]

...Now here I stand
Oh, in the morning sunshine,
Dreaming only of the promised land.
Somewhere, they say, beyond the great horizon,
Lies a beautiful island...

[accidental video] - after the party is over

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[The camera comes on as the phone hits the ground, the image partially obstructed by a mound of snow. The angle is tilted slightly and the sky is all that is seen for a good few moments, though the sounds of a battle can be heard. After a slamming sound, the head of a Silver Lobo rolls by and Gabranth walks into view, dressed entirely in his armour, blades dripping with monster blood.

He turns swiftly, slamming the ends of his blades together to form a single weapon, using the join as a guard as a Garm pounces at him, another approaching him from behind.

Gabranth elbows the first away, separating his blades to stab both hounds in one movement, killing them instantly, despite another Silver Lobo latching onto his arm and three Psychos swarming towards him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots another Garm. This battle is getting overcrowded, it seems, and there is only really one option. Cut down the numbers.

Swinging the Lobo off his arm and kicking the monster away, he clears a space around him, focusing on his opponents. A Silver Lobo, three Psychos and a Garm-- wait, two Garms now. Easy enough to handle if he can do what he has planned.

The Judge Magister slams the blades together again, vertically in front of them, both weapons glowing. Turning them to the side, he yanks them apart and slashes at the air, silently performing the most fitting of moves, Guilt, as beams of light flicker to life, brighter and brighter and brighter--

End Transmission.]