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driftfleet2015-06-05 01:31 am
gunslinger) wrote in driftfleet2015-06-05 01:31 am
video ☣ fleetwide
Who: Jr. & you!
Broadcast: Video (Fleetwide)
Action: Marsiva!
When: nowiiiish
[ If the communicator enjoys being on when someone's still waking up, it's in for the usual wtfery treat, and the deceptively boyish voice of this little dude isn't going to soften the language any. He awakens quickly, knocking the communicator right onto the floor in his hurry to jump up, the visual now of the ceiling. ]
What the hell?! Where—
[ There's some shuffling and then hurried clacks of boots darting across the room (checking out that window) and then quietly lingering near some of the video screens. Angry yes, but he wants to figure out what's going on before he panics. It's only a minute or two with muffled sounds in the backgrounds before he runs off to explore, can you blame him? It's another ten minutes before a distant: ]
Sons of bitches!
[ is released off-screen, and those clacking steps close back in with surprising speed, the communicator jarring around so his face can come into view, and it's not a happy face (but still a kid's face). Not enough info, and he can't find anyone who has real answers. ]
Hey! Where are my guns?! Atromos! You another Testament?! You watching in your crystal ball, and you want a show?! [ Literally shouted like this is NOTHING NEW to him, despite his angrypants. ] You think I care? Can't even lock me up for real? You're either lazy or cocky!
[ Good luck even getting a word in, friends, as he's off destroying as much as he can. If something can be knocked onto the floor, it's gonna be. If he can grab it and smash it, he's gonna. If a telekinetic blast can slam it into a wall, then bam. It's not just a rage fit; he wants to piss someone off enough to lure them out for confrontation. Then maybe he'll get somewhere. ]
Hey, hey, your ship is a pile of crap. I've seen better ships flushed into Federation scrapyards! Uglier than sin and the charm's kinda lost with this tacky communication gear. It's better off this way, trust me —
[ A few lights shatter in bursts as he walks down a hall, but his tone is actually growing calmer (if sharper). ]
— but if you don't think so, you better come and join the party or tell me where my friends and crew are.
Broadcast: Video (Fleetwide)
Action: Marsiva!
When: nowiiiish
[ If the communicator enjoys being on when someone's still waking up, it's in for the usual wtfery treat, and the deceptively boyish voice of this little dude isn't going to soften the language any. He awakens quickly, knocking the communicator right onto the floor in his hurry to jump up, the visual now of the ceiling. ]
What the hell?! Where—
[ There's some shuffling and then hurried clacks of boots darting across the room (checking out that window) and then quietly lingering near some of the video screens. Angry yes, but he wants to figure out what's going on before he panics. It's only a minute or two with muffled sounds in the backgrounds before he runs off to explore, can you blame him? It's another ten minutes before a distant: ]
Sons of bitches!
[ is released off-screen, and those clacking steps close back in with surprising speed, the communicator jarring around so his face can come into view, and it's not a happy face (but still a kid's face). Not enough info, and he can't find anyone who has real answers. ]
Hey! Where are my guns?! Atromos! You another Testament?! You watching in your crystal ball, and you want a show?! [ Literally shouted like this is NOTHING NEW to him, despite his angrypants. ] You think I care? Can't even lock me up for real? You're either lazy or cocky!
[ Good luck even getting a word in, friends, as he's off destroying as much as he can. If something can be knocked onto the floor, it's gonna be. If he can grab it and smash it, he's gonna. If a telekinetic blast can slam it into a wall, then bam. It's not just a rage fit; he wants to piss someone off enough to lure them out for confrontation. Then maybe he'll get somewhere. ]
Hey, hey, your ship is a pile of crap. I've seen better ships flushed into Federation scrapyards! Uglier than sin and the charm's kinda lost with this tacky communication gear. It's better off this way, trust me —
[ A few lights shatter in bursts as he walks down a hall, but his tone is actually growing calmer (if sharper). ]
— but if you don't think so, you better come and join the party or tell me where my friends and crew are.
Video;
You never laugh when I call you old. It's not funny at all!
[ You were the one who said it, Ino ...
She folds her arms across her chest ]
No, not to my knowledge. I've been telling people not to try it because you never know what it could set off. There has to be a way to disable it without causing permanent damage.
As far as I know, this "cycle" has lasted about nine months, now.
Video;
Well why the hell did you say it if it's not funny?! Trying to piss me off?
[ Was it a trap? IT'S WORKING BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW WHY. What does she know oh no what does she knooow. Of course if he'd had all his memories, he might have still laughed at her joke, but it would have been the bitter sort of acknowledgment. He can appreciate black humor...but not when he doesn't even understand it's happening and that she knows things. Does she know his real age? God he just wants to punch through to their ships to strangle some real answers out of these Paradisa people.
Answers not pertaining to the augments, surprisingly. ]
You're Ino, right?
video; locked to jr.
I said it because it's true. Yes, I know how old you are. And yes, I'm Ino.
video; locked (IS HE DOIN IT RIGHT)
is blunt. Such a face he is making (more like a NON-face). Nobody's ever said it to him that way before... But nobody's ever found out before he let them find out. Or did he let her and then forget? Time for Jr. to spend his nights on the Marsiva weeping into protein powder about how little he actually knows about anything. Ever. ]
Aaaaaaahhhh, shit, you know, you could've just...! Who else here knows? I mean...
[ SERIAL KILLERS WHO ARE GOING TO FIND HIM AS HE WEEPS INTO PROTEIN POWDER. Either that or he really hung out with them for over three years... There was video, and they know things, but... ]
What else do you know?
[ Reluctant to mention key words like 'URTV' and 'MASSIVE KILLEEEEEEEEER' in case he'd just be feeding liars their deets. ]
video; locked (YA DONE GOOD BOY)
I know about your Red Dragon power. [ Part of why she didn't say this in person ... ] And your creepy brother. Uh -- Albedo, wasn't it?
video; locked
Wh— Albedo?! Where?! Was he okay? He was alive? No wait, this was in Paradisa? What happened?!
[ Her saying she knows about the Red Dragon can only make him lump the two together. ]
Why can't I remember?! This isn't fair!
[ Crai moar. ]
video; locked
[ And then, her tone gets a little softer and more reassuring ]
I talked you down from the Red Dragon thing. Nobody was hurt.
video; locked
Except apparently Ino, and now he suspects Allen after that little video that was shared. Suspicion isn't enough to override the other conflicts inside of him, though, and by the time he's through wrestling with a proper response, he looks exhausted. He's uncharacteristically quiet all of a sudden, in that dreamy way he gets when he thinks too long about something. ]
I thought only MOMO was any good with that. [ And usually it wasn't with a talk, but her own circumstances had been even more dire at both intervals. ] ...Thanks.
[ Obviously he is not thanking her for this information overload, not even a little. But if anything she's saying is true, he owes her more than a thank you if she stopped him from losing his shit. He's too scared right now to ask for further details on the matter, just happy to accept that nobody was hurt. If Ino has some sort of calming effect for some reason, then it's not something Jr. can dismiss outright. ]