IC Inbox

[noblerise]

If contacting his personal number or via Libra:

"You have reached Jusis Albarea. I'm busy. Leave a message."

If contacting his work number:

"You have reached the office of Jusis Albarea, Esquire. I'm not available at this time, so please leave your name, number, and a brief message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you."

Black Order Inbox and Class VII Group Chat for reference.

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4/3 Video Pre-Recorded Message

[noblerise]

[As the camera cuts on, Jusis is standing at what appears to be a small dock, and the dark storm clouds make it appear to be nighttime. An island can barely be made out in the distance, obscured by mist. A few spotlights are trained on him. He's flanked on either side by what looks like police officers with their faces blurred out. His wrists are bound tightly in chains, and the prisoner's uniform hangs off of his frame so loosely that he looks frail and skinny. Maybe he is, judging by how his face looks slightly gaunt, but maybe it’s just the lighting. There are deep bags under Jusis's blue eyes, and his blond hair is unkempt and dirty. Normally composed and calm, Jusis has a look of anger, bitterness, and a hint of defiance in his eyes and on his face.]

I, Jusis Albarea, second son of Helmut Albarea, wish to thank the press for coming here today.

[He sounds as if he’s reading off of a teleprompt, and perhaps that’s on purpose. There’s an almost bored quality to his voice, as if he’s trying to provoke or spite whoever is making him read this aloud.]

On April 3rd, the esteemed court sentenced me to life in prison on Alcatraz. However, in light of newfound evidence, they have decided that this punishment is too... lenient. They feel that I should instead be sentenced to death by gallows.

[The blond glares, now, at whoever is behind the camera. Never before has he looked so murderous. His guards don’t seem to react as Jusis continues reading with barely concealed venom in his tone.]

I will be making a plea for my case, as is required by the state. The hearing will be televised. May God have mercy on my soul.

[Then, suddenly, Jusis breaks and tries to rush at the cameraperson. The guards at his sides are lightning quick to grab him in a bruising grip, but that doesn’t stop him from struggling violently against them. He screams out in German:]

Why?! Because I dared to want something more than the wretched, broken heart I was given? Or is it because I want something that I can never have?

[He seems prepared to say more, but the camera is cut as someone in the uniform of the Black Order steps in front to do... something to him.]

voicemail

[nosferatanking]

[Morgan hasn't been in Kaisou as long as most of the users of the app, and he's not been entirely happy with the Black Order. But Morgan knows, whatever life he's in, the importance of the people taking care of him. The other Morgan, the one from the past, probably knew the pain of losing people. He's not going to let this happen here.]

No way!

I don't know what it is that your family has done, but I know what you've done! You've helped me, and you've helped everyone in the Black Order here, and I'm not going to let you get hurt! I'm going to save you, no matter what it takes.

[burntilldawn]

[The stage set as a press conference made Diluc's heart sink. It brought to light a memory of this life, curiously watching something similar with his father where a young boy was "introduced" to the public.

All made worse by the fact he was fluent in German and fully understood his last screaming words. Between the bastard his father was and the Order throwing him under the bus.

Diluc would not let this stand. Jusis did not deserve this false justice.]

[infezione]

[Fugo is silent as he watches the message.

There's a part of him that feels sick, almost, as he lowers his phone.

... Pannacotta lost the closest thing he had to a real family on the docks near San Giorgio Maggiore. Patrizio says fuck that.

He doesn't know if this message will get through, and... well, it's in Italian anyway.]

We're coming, Signore Albare-- no. We're coming, Jusis. Just hold on until we can get there. Please... just... hold on.

I'm not going to lose you.

[switchaxe]

[In German:]

If you think Elliot and Scwarzer are going to let you fuckin' die, Albarea, you're an idiot.

[A beat, and then:]

If you think I'm gonna let you die, you're an idiot. I got a little friend who'll be more than happy to kick the asses of anyone between us and you.

[dawnsdarkness]

[can you hear eye rolling in a voice mail? you sure can in this one!!!]