Taako (
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driftfleet2019-05-11 02:03 pm
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Who: Taako and all y'all
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, Planetside
When: Now
[The video camera shows an open field planetside, obviously cultivated and fenced in, and currently occupied by a rather large herd of the fluffy behemoth sheep known as flouds that roam carefree as they chomp down on grass. It's quiet for a moment and then the familiar lilt of Taako's voice breaks the idyllic calm of flouds bleating aimlessly.]
Unacceptable.
[His finger comes into view, pointing at one of the faraway beasts.]
They're in danger constantly [Read: rarely] of being eaten by massive lizard monsters and they don't even pen them in properly.
[A floud bleats and flops over in some tall grass, which Taako gestures to wildly, bracelets jangling on his wrist against his silver bracer.]
Look at them! Poor sods. No idea when their brief littl-- well, I guess huge, but whatever, size isn't-- well it is, but the point stands! Their brief lives are in danger and they have no clue.
So! I'm liberating [read: stealing] a few of them from this hellhole of gigantism to the lap of luxury up on the Iskaulit.
Who's with me?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, Planetside
When: Now
[The video camera shows an open field planetside, obviously cultivated and fenced in, and currently occupied by a rather large herd of the fluffy behemoth sheep known as flouds that roam carefree as they chomp down on grass. It's quiet for a moment and then the familiar lilt of Taako's voice breaks the idyllic calm of flouds bleating aimlessly.]
Unacceptable.
[His finger comes into view, pointing at one of the faraway beasts.]
They're in danger constantly [Read: rarely] of being eaten by massive lizard monsters and they don't even pen them in properly.
[A floud bleats and flops over in some tall grass, which Taako gestures to wildly, bracelets jangling on his wrist against his silver bracer.]
Look at them! Poor sods. No idea when their brief littl-- well, I guess huge, but whatever, size isn't-- well it is, but the point stands! Their brief lives are in danger and they have no clue.
So! I'm liberating [read: stealing] a few of them from this hellhole of gigantism to the lap of luxury up on the Iskaulit.
Who's with me?
video!
Food's already taken care of, too, so now who looks like a Doubting Debbie, huh?
Re: video!
[The Debbie Downer is her. It is always her.]
video!
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I also doubt it will be able to find it's way home in space.
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Two? They're going to have a home on the Iskaulit. I've already scoped a place out for 'em.