Sincerely, Anonymous II [Reactions Up!]

Quote from Dio Cassadena speaks

A large, 4 page article about everything Pure said about Virtue was on the front page of Vagueness' website. It broke the news everywhere. At the centre of it was the interview she recorded, transcribed below.

This is an audio file recorded by Celine Porter's iPhone.

Celine Porter: Mr. Cassadena? My name's Celine Porter, reporting for Vagueness. I'd like to ask you a few things.
Dio Cassadena: *groans* Give me one good reason to not shout right now. I'm not receiving visitors. Especially not media. I thought I had guards at the door.
CP: There's no way I was going to miss an exclusive statement from Dio Cassadena after he finally wakes up from the latest attack from Virtue. You can shout all you want. I'm allowed to be here.
DC: *chuckle* Is that so? *tries to shout, heavy coughing follows* Fuck... that hurts...
DC: So I take it you're not leaving just because I asked.
CP: *light chuckle* No, of course not. Also, I am obliged to tell you that I'm recording this conversation between us.
DC: *sighs* Of course you are... I figured that much.
DC: Go on... give me your questions.
CP: Let's start with a simple one, for the audience. How are you feeling?
DC: Pfft. I'm blind; my right hand is destroyed and the doctors tell me they couldn't reattach my legs in time so I don't have anything from the knees down, even though the phantom pain hurts like a motherfucker every night. Not to mention all the scars I'll be getting that I can't even look at. Draw your own damn conclusions.
CP: Indeed. Must be terrible
DC: Heh. I don't need fake sympathy. But at least this will be temporary.
CP: Oh so you're getting prosthetics?
DC: *mumbled sound of approval*
CP: Hopefully your body will adapt well to them. Moving on: what can you remember of the night of the attack?
DC: *a mixture of a sigh with a groan* Pain. Pain and fear.
CP: Surely there was more.
DC: There was, but I don't want to talk about it.
CP: Why?
DC: ...Because they're fucking scary.
CP: They're not here now, are they? You can talk.
DC: Not on the bloody record, now can I!?
*door opens and closes*
Young female voice: Nor out of it. He can't say anything that can identify them.
CP: What!? Pure? Why are you here?
DC: ...that voice...
Pure: Yes, Uncle. It's me. No need to get nervous.
CP: Uncle!?
Pure: Well, "Uncle". He's a friend of the family.
CP: What!? What do you mean, "friend"?
DC: How's your father?
Pure: Still doesn't like my career choice. Heh, can't imagine why. 'Thinks it's just a phase.
DC: *chuckles. There's noticeable effort* Ironic, isn't it?
CP: Wait! I'm totally out of the loop here.
Pure: He's worried about you, Uncle. And so am I. You look awful.
DC: Don't worry, lass. By the time I'm out of here, I'll be better than I've been in years. I'll be rebuilt! Better, stronger, faster... I'll show up at your next birthday and light your cake with a blowtorch coming out of my hand, you just watch!
Pure: Oh~! That'd be awesome! You have to get that now. It's a promise, ok?
DC: *laughs* Promise!
CP: *noticeably irritated* Hold up! Hold up! Pure!!! I'm sorry for breaking up the reuinion, but... dafuq!? How do you know him? Why does he know your father? Why is he a friend of your family? I do NOT like to be kept in the dark!
Pure: Father is an important man. He speaks to a lot people.
Pure: Uncle Cassadena is one of the people he's known the longest.
CP: And why are you here? This was supposed to be an exclusive interview... Even though you're providing info for a good scoop too.
Pure: You wouldn't get anything out of him. Plus, after what I told the police, my best shot is to dissiminate the details the best I can so they cannot get erased.
DC: What? What happened while I was out?
Pure: I'll explain in a moment. It's not like I have long to live, anyway.
CP: Not long to live?
Pure: I spoke. Virtue's people will come after me. That fan letter rumour that's been going around? I wrote that letter. Kind of surprised when that interrogator showed it to me. I had forgotten about it entirely. Never even got a reply.
Pure: But yeah. In there I mention that I showed what I saw with a few friends. Fadilah, Virtue, was one of them. She too got inspired by the tale, but we had different opinions on how to make the world better.
Pure: Her's was... well, more violent, to put it lightly. She left. Met some people. I don't know much after that, but I kept in contact with her online. She seemed largely the same.
Pure: After the first attack, it didn't take me long to realize that she was involved. I confronted her about it, threatened to report her, but she made good points. And she was going after people that were legitemately bad. I was already involved with the police at the time so I only asked that they kept going only for bad people and that they warned me about it. In exchange, I provided information about police patrols and searches. I figured they could be an arm of justice that could go where the police couldn't. That they could do more good than harm.
Pure: But then they attacked without my knowledge. They did target criminals, but this time civilians were involved too.
Pure: I lashed at her for what she did. And she lashed back. We didn't talk for a while. Until that conversation that got leaked.
Pure: I had kept quiet in the hopes of finding her first and talking her out of it before the police got to her, but she betrayed me.
CP: That's why she agreed to the conversation...
Pure: I panicked and jumped out of the chat. I knew I was in trouble. I was immediately taken in for questioning. The rest, the world already knows.
DC: You really are like your father *laughs before immediately moaning in pain* Ow... ow... fuck...
Pure: I know what my mistakes were, and I've been working to fix them since. The police are willing to give me a second chance, provided I survive. But yeah. Fadilah's Virtue. Last name Bitar. She's 23. About as tall as me. Same skin tone. Straight dark hair tied in a bun most of the times.
Pure: Also, Uncle, you know you felt it when they implanted it. Get that chip off your cortex. Write it down, Ms. Porter. He might not be able to ask for it himself.
CP: What? Oh... uhm... right... But how did you know about the chip?
*door opens and closes*
*a couple of seconds pass*
Pure: *muffled from the other side of the wall* Different survivor!

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Apparently, the letters themselves are up, Crank just forgot to mention it in tiredness, I'd imagine, besides a quick edit :C

So yeah, I kind of went overboard with this idea. It started as an experiment, that went in the direction of a different experiment, that just kept evolving as I wrote more about it. That was a good exercise in improvisation and impromptu mysteries, something I had never really tried. It was fun.
For anyone interested, on the first post there’s all I wrote as context surrounding the rather tame fan-letter (including this). Chronologically ordered.

Also, Crank, you might have forgotten about it because you were tired or in a rush, but I did tell you the document I linked only had the context of the letter, not the letter itself. I'll edit this bit out when you rectify that : D

The letter (Click to Show)

Quote from The letter

Al-salāmu ʿalaykum, oh Al-Abbas Min Filastin

You don't know me, but I saw you take down those bank robbers. You looked so cool jumping onto the car! I've never seen a horse run that fast either! And how easily you took them out was amazing! But plunging the sword through the thigh of one of the guys was a bit gruesome. I almost threw up a bit. Thankfully I wasn't close enough to see it all that well.
However, motashakr awi for dealing with them. Seeing you take those men out and then leaving before the ambulance arrived was so cool! You didn't even wait to hear a thank you from them.

Seeing you inspired me. I wanted to do something. I wanted to help the world be a better place like you did that day and many days before, I imagine. But I can't do what you did. I'm not as strong as you, I'm not as fast as you, I'm not as agile as you. In fact, the way you dealt with those robbers almost looked like you were something else. Sure, you were wearing a tunic, but anyone could see just how sculpted your body is and gracefully you moved. You're no ordinary human. You're, like, a God among humans.
But that doesn't mean I can throw my arms down. I'm going to do my part. Seeing you like that made me decide that I want to fight crime too. I'm still in high-school so my time is limited, and I still need to go to college, but I'll help make the world a better place in any way I can during my free time! In fact, I've talked to a few friends of mine about what you did, even showed them some pictures I took. They're totally on board! We're all going to help make the world a better place. Starting with our town, then our city, then our country and then the whole world!
And I know that one day, we're going to meet you. And maybe you'll... let us help you fight against these corrupted people as thanks for inspiring us... I'd love that.
At any rate, you'll be hearing from me soon. Keep an eye on the news~!

Maʿ al-salāmah
Sincerely,
Anonymous

Sticked to the back of the letter is a smaller, thin paper with a different message.

Quote from Mysterious addon

Hey there, Abbas. Look, I want to have some fun here, so I'm giving you a little challenge. You must have been made aware of a few news or conversations that, among others, involved a couple of very special little ladies. Both of these ladies hold some nasty secrets. Some more apparent than the others, but they're both messed up. I don't know which of them was it or why they sent a message to you, but the contents are honest. I'd like you to grab all the tidbits of information you have on them and:
A: Order them chronologically,
B: Tell me who you think wrote this fan letter of yours,
C: What made you think that was the right person.
Don't worry about this paper. If you want, just write on the back of it, doesn't matter. You just need to write the answers somewhere. All I ask is that, when (if) you're done, you just go to the nearest desk officially belonging to the RHG and tell them to deliver it to a Mr. Crank. They'll know what to do. Don't worry.

As a bit of incentive, I can assure you that your action (even if you just decide to toss this away) will have consequences for the people involved in those pieces of information. What kind of consequences will depend on your answers.
I apologise for such a weird letter.

Sincerely,
Anonymous ; )