Takeshi [Gantz • Age 5] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2018-06-06 12:19 am
throwsdown) wrote in driftfleet2018-06-06 12:19 am
Entry tags:
Video/Action. in which the tiny captain returns and is very unprofessional about it
Who: Takeshi
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Goldstone
When: Now-ish!
Come out so I can kick your asses, you bastards!
[That's the very loud, very determined yell from a very confused and bleary-eyed 9-year-old dressed in some sort of black fighting powersuit as he comes sprinting out from his room aboard the SS Goldstone, addressing the fleet at large as he makes a fist at the screen. He looks definitely ready to fight and he's got a whole assortment of additional curses to throw upon the unsuspecting people watching (learned from so many bad influences, thanks, guys) —
But then there's a long pause.
He looks left. He looks right.
Wait a second.]
................
Ooooh. I'm in the fleet. I forgot — !
... Did I accidentally fall asleep?
[He's unaware a few people went home, but he'll get that news sooner or later. And probably be far more bummed out by the end of the day; moping around the ship seems like the only logical choice when it comes to losing people like Tempest and Mon-El, and so he sits at the table with his chin on his forearm, blowing a sad sigh out from his cheeks. His dear pet and friend Hoi Hoi has been blissfully reunited with him, and sits at his feet, rolling around with a blue ball in blissful ignorance.
Uncool, you two.
Uncool.
He can be found around the Goldstone for the most part, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he's been sleeping for well over a month while things were happening — luckily nothing as traumatizing as cannibals or exploding planets or dead people in bunkers.
... Small mercies.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Goldstone
When: Now-ish!
Come out so I can kick your asses, you bastards!
[That's the very loud, very determined yell from a very confused and bleary-eyed 9-year-old dressed in some sort of black fighting powersuit as he comes sprinting out from his room aboard the SS Goldstone, addressing the fleet at large as he makes a fist at the screen. He looks definitely ready to fight and he's got a whole assortment of additional curses to throw upon the unsuspecting people watching (learned from so many bad influences, thanks, guys) —
But then there's a long pause.
He looks left. He looks right.
Wait a second.]
................
Ooooh. I'm in the fleet. I forgot — !
... Did I accidentally fall asleep?
[He's unaware a few people went home, but he'll get that news sooner or later. And probably be far more bummed out by the end of the day; moping around the ship seems like the only logical choice when it comes to losing people like Tempest and Mon-El, and so he sits at the table with his chin on his forearm, blowing a sad sigh out from his cheeks. His dear pet and friend Hoi Hoi has been blissfully reunited with him, and sits at his feet, rolling around with a blue ball in blissful ignorance.
Uncool, you two.
Uncool.
He can be found around the Goldstone for the most part, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he's been sleeping for well over a month while things were happening — luckily nothing as traumatizing as cannibals or exploding planets or dead people in bunkers.
... Small mercies.]
i debated whether or not to wait for you to notice it LOL
[Asleep, or where ever he was.]
it's a beautiful blemish to remind me of my mistakes
no subject
[She frowns a bit, feeling bad that she even has to tell him this.]
I don't think anything major has happened, but Mon-El and Tempest aren't here anymore. They're not on the roster.
no subject
His expression falls before he can convince himself to steel it, and he looks away with a sad little frown. He knows he should be used to people coming and going — he's been dealing with that for three whole years, after all — but it still aches something fierce.]
They left?
How long ago...?