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If you want to say anything about the way I play Lyle, if he's out of character or if you know a way I can play him better, please, please comment here. ^^

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[IC contact post!]

phone | camera | email | text | voice mail | video | idek man everything ever it's the future

"Hi, you've reached Lyle Dylandy's mobile. For some reason I can't answer your call right now, but if you leave me a message I'll get back to you."


phone number: if you're his friend, colleague or have Veda access, assume you have it. |Db


Same drill as always, guys - IC contact post for Lyle, leave a message or make a phone call, just make sure you put whatever the medium is in the comment subject line!

[ ♊ OOC: CR meme redux!]

Because the old one was outdated and Vivi has pretty code. :| /stickies this!

Romantic feelings for.
Drinking buddy.
Knows about the thing with Kataron/Celestial Being.
Curious about.
Wary about/doesn't trust.

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Last updated: 01/02/2011
[Well, Neil had called asking to meet after that last virus, and who had Lyle been to refuse him? After Neil's little trip to the past and Lyle's little trip into the future, Lyle was more than ready to chat to his brother in person for once. Especially since his trip to the future, while hazy, he remembered being depressing enough for it to be worrying, and especially since even though he was now in more regular contact with his twin than he'd been in the ten years before that, this sort of meeting up thing was still pretty rare.

... besides, he wanted to smooth things over a little since their last real conversation before the virus and the phone call had been a fight. Even if it had been a fight with the best intentions.

So there Lyle was in a quieter area of the city, waiting for his brother to get there on his space legs.]

[Locked to members of Celestial Being]

Uh... people of the Celestial Being-like persuasion? Not that I'm an expert at this passing on useful or relevant information to secret terrorist organisations or anything, but there's something going on in the Middle East somewhere that you might want to take a look at. I've got a friend in the military stationed out there right now and he's said that they're picking up some weird readings on their radar, like there's something in the area that shouldn't be. Apparently their base is in the middle of a desert days away from any civilisation, but the signal they're picking up is something huge. You think it might have anything to do with your missing person?

[accidental voice post]

[Lyle seems to excel at making accidental posts the more traditional way - ie through pressing the wrong button rather than being stalked by the community - and this would be no exception. This time he's flicked a wrong switch, and so you get the tail-end of some very adrenalin-fueled breathing before there's an incredulous, disbelieving laugh.]

... I did it. [And another small chuckle, more proud this time.] I hope you were watching down there, because like hell am I giving an encore of that.

[And then there's another voice, more crackling as if it's coming through from another speaker, with a slight German accent:] "Yeah, I was watching. Now get down here so we can celebrate properly and I can tell you that I told you so."

Yeah, yeah -- [and then Lyle flicks another switch, or the community decides to interfere, and the voice feed ends.]
[So it's a fairly normal May evening in Belfast and low and behold, Lyle Dylandy's walking home through the actually pretty nice for once May weather, unlocking his flat rather nonchalantly and walking in, chucking his briefcase and jacket on the sofa as he does so.

It's only when he's gotten to the 'getting the tie off' stage that he hears the sound of clinking and rustling coming from the kitchen. Which is... decidedly odd. Who's managed to get into his flat and is just going through his fridge like that? Definitely not your average burglar...

Making his way to the kitchen, he stops dead in his tracks on seeing who it actually is.]

... Nena?!
[At around the time Neil is killed by Hector on the on-screen feed, this is posted. It's clear that it's not an intentional post, but neither is it one of those sneaky community-posted ones - this is your genuine, posted-by-pressing-a-wrong-button voice post.

Or, you know, in this case slamming your fist down on it in frustration, as it's clear from the loud thump that accompanies the start of the recording that that's what Lyle's done.

There's another loud, dull thud, after that. Like someone hitting a desk. Some shaky, disbelieving, scaredangry breathing. Then another, softer thud. This one more like someone resting their head on the desk in shock.

Or despair.

There's another shaky breath, and then Lyle's voice, quiet and desperate and angry and on the edge of losing control.]

Fucking damn it, Neil, no...

[And then the feed cuts out.]

((ooc: All replies will ICly be about an hour or so later.))
[So after the whole thing with his shadow, he and Neil had arranged a date and time to meet. Neil had seemed pretty intent on not having anyone know he was back in Ireland if possible, and they'd ended up finding a park that Lyle knew would be more or less empty to meet in.

He wondered whether it was a bad thing or not that he wasn't as surprised as he ought to have been about Neil being so secretive. What with the lack of a return address on everything that had been sent, the sudden and abrupt end to what little contact they'd still had, and the bits and pieces that had filtered out through the community - Michael and Nena, for instance, not to mention something that Tieria had let slip - had only really confirmed his nagging suspicion that there was something fishy going on. So he'd kept quiet and nodded and if Neil thought that was strange, he hadn't mentioned it.

So there they were and here he was, standing leaning on the back of a park bench on a cold cloudy day in January, nursing a cigarette and trying not to feel too nervous about actually properly meeting his only remaining family member for the first time in years.]

[Locked to Neil]

Hey, Neil? ... Can I talk to you?

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