video + action || the first

[speedboat]

Who: Howard Stark and YOU (I'm sorry)
Broadcast: Video Transmission, Fleet-wide.
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now

[ howard begins by painstakingly peeling himself up off the surface of the deck. this is a familiar position for him so he's not overly worried, smoothing back his hair as he rises unsteadily to his feet. he blinks heavily a few times, expecting his eyes to be heavy and for the customary knock in his head to follow. nothing happens. he feels remarkably alert, actually. wait a second...

the hairs on the back of his neck raise up, triggered by that eerie feeling of being watched. ] If this is a ransom demand, you're going to be sorely disappointed. [ it's not directed at anyone, scarcely above a mumble, he doesn't know anyone can hear him yet. howard steps towards the viewing ports, sticking his hands in his pockets and wondering what form of trickery this could possibly be. very advanced and very clever, surely, but just as frustrating. ]

I must admit, I'm impressed with your holographic technology. I could almost believe I were really in space... if we weren't at least a few decades off from such an advancement anyway. [ unless, they aren't. that disquiets him, smugness dropping from his tone as he continues to look around, but his voice only grows smaller. ] ...Hello?

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[paraclete]

Indeed, it's very mysterious. [It's partially a refusal to answer — Kaworu would rather not air out his family business to strangers — but also, he doesn't actually have a wealthy knowledge about his own kind. He mostly manages not to look sad about that, though.]

[speedboat]

[ well that was clear enough. howard nods, accepting the non answer for now even if it makes him grumpy. ] Quite.

I'm Howard. [ in case you wanted to know ]

[paraclete]

[It's probably a good thing Howard got the introductions going, because deapite the familiar air with which he greets people, Kaworu's been known to hang out with someone for the length of a day without going, 'Hi, I'm Kaworu.' He doesn't have much tact.]

My name is Kaworu. It's a pleasure to meet you, Howard.

[But he says it so warmly that they might as well have known each other for years.]

[speedboat]

[ he isn't accustomed to such sincerity, but he's taking it on its face for now. until proven otherwise at least. ]

Same to you, pal. [ his tone is light and nearly lofty by contrast, but nor is there anything unfriendly about the words or his demeanor. ]