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driftfleet2015-01-14 11:54 am
yourdistraction) wrote in driftfleet2015-01-14 11:54 am
one ; he's a transponster!
Who: Merrill & Fenris
Broadcast: {video} Fleet-Wide
Action: Anywhere on the Marsiva (they may split up we'll see).
When: January 14th
{VIDEO} ;
[ The video switches on to reveal— well okay it's an arm, covered in leather, chainmail and white fur, but only because the communicator's taking a moment to get pulled back, and only because there's more than one person trying to use it.
Or more than one elf, with pointed ears and both faces intricately covered in tattoos as the biggest clue. Merrill's markings are as dark as her short, braided hair and Fenris's are as light as his (there might even be a glow). Contrarily, perhaps, she looks much more cheerful in her greeting, but there is still a level of heightened stress to her tone. ]
Yes, hello! It seems we landed in the wrong time. World, actually! Now you promised, since the war's over. Can we speak to somebody in the Initiative? Where are our— Um—
[Merrill doesn't get to finish her sentence, as Fenris wrests control of the communicator from her. He looks decidedly less friendly, in fact, he looks just about ready to punch someone in the face. Hard.]
Our weapons. They are missing. [He jabs an annoyed thumb in Merrill's direction, whose irritated sigh can be heard off-camera.] I understand she likely disrupted the transporter. Just open up another one and send us back to Kirkwall. Now. I have no intention of staying on your blighted moon again. [A pause, a disdainful look around.] Or wherever this is...
[Actually, this looks distinctly non-Initiative. And it's definitely not United Earth, either, he remembers their holding pens, and this is not them. Where the heck ARE they? He doesn't have long to ponder or even let someone answer before there's another sound from Merrill off-camera; a gasp.]
There's something on you! Hold still.
What? What is- NO! Don't you touch me. [He may tolerate you existing in his life now, Merrill, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to touch him with your magey hands. He turns around a couple of times, trying to find...whatever it is on him, his hands tapping around his back until...oh he has a thing on his neck. WHY DOES HE HAVE A THING ON HIS NECK??
His fingers close on it, and he tries to yank it off. If you ever wondered what would happen if you tried to take your Augment off, wonder no more. Fenris gives a pained, frightened yelp, then curls into a horrible, shuddering ball on the floor, muttering horribly in Tevene. He's somewhere in the horrible recesses of his own broken mind right now, don't mind him.
Off-camera: ]
All right, I won't touch you.
Broadcast: {video} Fleet-Wide
Action: Anywhere on the Marsiva (they may split up we'll see).
When: January 14th
{VIDEO} ;
[ The video switches on to reveal— well okay it's an arm, covered in leather, chainmail and white fur, but only because the communicator's taking a moment to get pulled back, and only because there's more than one person trying to use it.
Or more than one elf, with pointed ears and both faces intricately covered in tattoos as the biggest clue. Merrill's markings are as dark as her short, braided hair and Fenris's are as light as his (there might even be a glow). Contrarily, perhaps, she looks much more cheerful in her greeting, but there is still a level of heightened stress to her tone. ]
Yes, hello! It seems we landed in the wrong time. World, actually! Now you promised, since the war's over. Can we speak to somebody in the Initiative? Where are our— Um—
[Merrill doesn't get to finish her sentence, as Fenris wrests control of the communicator from her. He looks decidedly less friendly, in fact, he looks just about ready to punch someone in the face. Hard.]
Our weapons. They are missing. [He jabs an annoyed thumb in Merrill's direction, whose irritated sigh can be heard off-camera.] I understand she likely disrupted the transporter. Just open up another one and send us back to Kirkwall. Now. I have no intention of staying on your blighted moon again. [A pause, a disdainful look around.] Or wherever this is...
[Actually, this looks distinctly non-Initiative. And it's definitely not United Earth, either, he remembers their holding pens, and this is not them. Where the heck ARE they? He doesn't have long to ponder or even let someone answer before there's another sound from Merrill off-camera; a gasp.]
There's something on you! Hold still.
What? What is- NO! Don't you touch me. [He may tolerate you existing in his life now, Merrill, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to touch him with your magey hands. He turns around a couple of times, trying to find...whatever it is on him, his hands tapping around his back until...oh he has a thing on his neck. WHY DOES HE HAVE A THING ON HIS NECK??
His fingers close on it, and he tries to yank it off. If you ever wondered what would happen if you tried to take your Augment off, wonder no more. Fenris gives a pained, frightened yelp, then curls into a horrible, shuddering ball on the floor, muttering horribly in Tevene. He's somewhere in the horrible recesses of his own broken mind right now, don't mind him.
Off-camera: ]
All right, I won't touch you.
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No.
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Humans.
Video
[And then back to his regular tone]
I'm sure I'll be able to hold back the tears, don't worry. [A beat] But you know, I wonder if my magic works on fungi.
video 5ever ok
and 5ever
Hm. Well, maybe if someone gets infected with some, I can try it out.
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It's not exactly a weapon per say, so I guess they didn't think to confiscate it. [And you know, the fact he kind of needs it or he'd die helps too]
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[ She just needs a moment to think on it, really. ]
Oh!
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[ Like these augments! But...prettier... ]
The Initiative used a weapon I already had with me, too. I suppose it's something a bit easier to lose...
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...Uh. Yeah. It's that thing. What's a rune? I thought those were just old letters sometimes used in magic.
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[ She can't do it, of course. Baderp. ]
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[Sounds like the sort of stuff that dwarves and a few humans could do- though dwarves tended to be much better at it]
Well...I guess in a way, you're half right. There's runes inscribed in it to make it work properly.
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I mean, people who wear the jewel without the runes- their skin gets all discolored and...veiny around it. It's not at all pretty.
[a beat]
Then again, you'll die if you wear it like that, so the whole veiny thing is probably the least of your problems.
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That sounds unpleasant. Not good.
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[Mostly because they're made out of dead people BUT HEY. Why mention that. but hey he's going to change the topic now!]
But, hey- at least there hasn't been much need for a weapon. So far anyway!
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Could've been better, but it was enough to buy extra supplies.