ogrewarrior

[Private to the Hothead]

Hey, man. I was thinking about it, while I tried to not burn to death. Look, there's some shit you and I got unresolved. It... you're going nuts, trying to keep calm all the time, and ya can't just lash out at the littlest provocation. Couldn't the first time we had one of these 'come to Juudai' talks, can't a year later. World just ain't that way anymore, and I know that's a goddamned shame.

I know ya chased down that psychic duelist on a bike a few months ago. I was one of the officers in the chase. Blue flames everywhere ain't exactly subtle. And now this. We gotta find a better outlet, man. I'd hate to have to actually bust ya for the damage, after all the stuff we've worked on. If charbroiling me didn't really help, yeah. We'll have that duel or at least a rematch. Come on over, help me get some tires on my bike and fix the melted wiring. Or, we try to reduce the other one to hamburger, which is also fine.

[Private to family/friends/coworkers]

I'm going to fucking hell.

[Event]

So, for some reason, you're in Kaz's apartment's parking lot. He doesn't appear to be here, but there IS a melted looking bike in the lot, with some tools set out in front of it, and what looks like melted bike goo leading upstairs to a fancy looking place.