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Who: Talon and whoever!
Broadcast: Video, fleetwide
Action: Marsiva if at all
When: Nowish

[The video blips on, communicator turned to one side on a table as if it were never picked up. Of course, that's because it wasn't picked up. It takes a moment of focusing before something blurs on by, something that if you slowed the video feed down a lot looks a lot like a shirt. Maybe. Probably.

At least, that's the most sensible guess when someone can be seen mashing his face into a nearby window, voice full of awe and wonder.]

Whoa! That's so many stars! I mean, I've seen them before but it's like there are a hundred times more and they're so close! [Talon laughs, and despite the fact that his voice is relatively deep, he sounds... downright childish, really. His hair is shock-white, perhaps tinged with just a little blue to it, and it sticks out at odd angles to form a fluffy mess.

After a moment, he turns away from the window, revealing olive-toned skin, wide, brown eyes, and a bright smile that's far too wide and earnest to be faked.]

Haley, come here, you've gotta see this! [Haley? Well, judging by the way he looks around and finally pauses, he's... finally realised he's not in Kansas anymore. Welp.] ... Haley? Oh, I wonder if I made her mad last night...

[Scratching his cheek, he considers that for a moment, looking around the Marsiva.] ... Where are we, anyway...? [ISN'T THAT THE FIRST QUESTION YOU SHOULD HAVE HAD, TALON...]

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[ NO. You never question space and all its infinite wonder. Space is cool and amazing and he should love all over it. ]

--Wow, you look like a grandpa!

[ Hello Talon, meet the resident idiot ]

[WTF there are so many people using this same screen thingy to talk to him he's pretty sure every single one of them is a wizard

especially the pony

shes definitely a wizard]

Huh? I'm 18! I'm not wrinkly like my grandpa, I don't think! [He laughs and tugs at his face a little though, as if looking for wrinkles.

Sascha, did you think you were the only idiot here]

[ HE DID...this is incredibly refreshing (except he would never consider himself an idiot). ]

But your hair's all white!

Eh? [Eyes turning up in the video feed, he grabs at a strand of his hair to look at it.] It's the same as always, though! Most old people have silver hair, don't they???

[A beat.]

Oh but not always that, either! The pretty girl with the horns who never talked had silver hair too, and I don't think she was even as old as me!

Pretty girl with horns...?? [ Did he not meet a pretty girl with horns?? This is a travesty and must be rectified immediately. ]

Yeah! She's a... a... [Ah... look at that thinking face. What was it again?] well she's not a demon! Her name's Onikko, and she helped us all get out of Hell! Oh, and I got to protect her from some big demon things.

[So. fucking. cheery.]

Edited (icONSSSSSSSSS) 2016-05-09 18:02 (UTC)