video ☣ fleetwide

[gunslinger]

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.

Comments

[gunslinger]

[ There is an art to being both cautious and reckless! That art may have something to do with being locked in a kid's body, or maybe it's just all this interdimensional travel. It's gotta make for the x factors!

This is some serious shit he'll have to mull over, though. Like— If this is to be believed, he's known Allen and Ino (theoretically) longer than he's known MOMO or Shion. SO MUCH could happen in three years, and he knows that. This feels invasive on a level he can't grasp, and that isn't particularly Allen's fault (but he is currently the easiest target). ]

No way.

[save_the_souls]

[Annnd here comes the rejection part. One of the parts Allen hates the most. Even if he understands the reasons behind it...it's hard for it not to feel hurt hearing that from a friend]

I know it's confusing and hard to believe...but it's the truth.

[gunslinger]

[ Damn but does the strange guy look like a kicked puppy. Of course, Jr. understands (better than anyone) how deceiving appearances can be. That extends to acting. It's easier, even more natural, to believe that these people are lying over the insane alternative.

But Jr.'s experienced too many strange things in his life just to say 'fuck off' to this scenario. Whatever's going on here, there's got to be a reason for it. ]

What else did we do together?

[save_the_souls]

[No sorry Jr, you actually kicked a puppy this time.]

...We'd fight together, whenever a threat came up. And travel- to learn more about the world and maybe find a way out.

[gunslinger]

Obviously we...succeeded?

[save_the_souls]

...Not really, we were just sent away by the castle. For all I know, the place is still taking people.

[Or worse, if Libet was any indication. It's gnawed at him a little, ever since Ino told him that she thought he'd been sent home before her. He had failed to keep his promise to beat the castle, once and for all.]

[gunslinger]

The castle. Wow. Is that the name of a ship, or an organization?

[ BORING NAME. ]

[save_the_souls]

...No, it's a building. You know, stone towers, commonly built in the middle ages? Surely they kept records of those things in the future.

[Okay, sass aside]

We never found out who was behind it exactly. It communicated to us even less than Atroma does. Over time, people just blamed the castle we woke up in, since it was definitely magical.

1/2

[gunslinger]

I know what a castle is!

[ SUCH FACE at such sass. ]

[gunslinger]

I just didn't know any real ones still existed... Magical or otherwise. But hell, at this point, why not? Other times and other universes yadda yadda.

[save_the_souls]

Just checking!

[Nope he's just being a brat]

Mm. Sorry, but you'll find a lot of things actually exist, in places like this.