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[The video has been turned on, no not accidentally. Genesis had been originally wanting to make a video post, more to muse and see what was going on with the rest of the world but remembered something and simply didn't turn off the video. It is leaning on a windowsill of the Wutai castle and has a partial view of a mirror and the redhead standing in front of it. He is taking off his shirt, revealing several bandages on his arm and around his torso. His black, heavily bandaged wing is in view as it is only his right shoulder that is slightly obscured due to the position of the Sky Phone. However, he takes off the bandages from his chest and arm, revealing smooth, remarkably unblemished skin. Thanks to the Mako. Though at the moment, more fresh, pink claw marks adorned his back and more on his chest that is barely seen in the mirror.
He sighs softly. Ah, well, those would disappear soon enough. Next, he stretches his wing and unwinds the bandages. He smirks slightly, satisfied that there is hardly any pain from stretching the wing. Once the bandages are on the floor, he flexes the wing, carefully moving it and flapping it a couple times. A little stiff, but that was expected.]
Well, then.
[And then, his wing folds back against his back and then... it goes into his back! Most never see this as he normally has the wing out. Other days, he'll have it in. But he chooses this in the mornings, but considering what had happened... well, he couldn't exactly do this again. The wing has now fully disappeared and there is hardly evidence that it was ever there save a thin line down the left side of his back. His crimson shirt comes back on, buttoned up easily but lazily, leaving the top half unbuttoned. He then walks back to the windowsill and takes his sky phone.]
Still on? Ah, well, no matter.
[He opens the window and looks out. His glowing blue eyes, brighter in the sun, look back at the phone.]
And so, how fares everyone else upon Gaia?
He sighs softly. Ah, well, those would disappear soon enough. Next, he stretches his wing and unwinds the bandages. He smirks slightly, satisfied that there is hardly any pain from stretching the wing. Once the bandages are on the floor, he flexes the wing, carefully moving it and flapping it a couple times. A little stiff, but that was expected.]
Well, then.
[And then, his wing folds back against his back and then... it goes into his back! Most never see this as he normally has the wing out. Other days, he'll have it in. But he chooses this in the mornings, but considering what had happened... well, he couldn't exactly do this again. The wing has now fully disappeared and there is hardly evidence that it was ever there save a thin line down the left side of his back. His crimson shirt comes back on, buttoned up easily but lazily, leaving the top half unbuttoned. He then walks back to the windowsill and takes his sky phone.]
Still on? Ah, well, no matter.
[He opens the window and looks out. His glowing blue eyes, brighter in the sun, look back at the phone.]
And so, how fares everyone else upon Gaia?