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driftfleet2015-05-01 04:53 pm
dragonflight) wrote in driftfleet2015-05-01 04:53 pm
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Who: Wrathion; perhaps you
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Three Twins, if you want to find him steepling his fingers somewhere and grinning too much
When: N-n-now
[Wrathion can't say he's exactly settled in yet. He's been assigned a ship; he has a position; he's met some people. He's learned a little--some of it interesting (so many different kinds of people already), some of it repellent (some of these kinds ought to wear a little more clothing), some of it merely filed away for later examination. Then there was Belthazar. Not trusting, no, but desperate. The best kind of person to help.
Wrathion's sitting at some table on his ship, looking into the camera, his smile as cheerful and full of teeth as always. Of all the experiences he's had in his short time here, one does stand out as particularly interesting.
That warning.]
My friends.
[Because we're all friends, right? Right.]
A little bird told me something fascinating. He warned me right off the bat about the current population of this Fleet.
In fact--
[Wrathion leans forward, his smile only widening.]
-- he implied quite directly that the lot of you were bloodthirsty murderers. Tell me, is this so? Am I among a congregation of fierce warriors? Of people prepared to kill at a moment's notice--no matter the target?
I should very much like to know.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Three Twins, if you want to find him steepling his fingers somewhere and grinning too much
When: N-n-now
[Wrathion can't say he's exactly settled in yet. He's been assigned a ship; he has a position; he's met some people. He's learned a little--some of it interesting (so many different kinds of people already), some of it repellent (some of these kinds ought to wear a little more clothing), some of it merely filed away for later examination. Then there was Belthazar. Not trusting, no, but desperate. The best kind of person to help.
Wrathion's sitting at some table on his ship, looking into the camera, his smile as cheerful and full of teeth as always. Of all the experiences he's had in his short time here, one does stand out as particularly interesting.
That warning.]
My friends.
[Because we're all friends, right? Right.]
A little bird told me something fascinating. He warned me right off the bat about the current population of this Fleet.
In fact--
[Wrathion leans forward, his smile only widening.]
-- he implied quite directly that the lot of you were bloodthirsty murderers. Tell me, is this so? Am I among a congregation of fierce warriors? Of people prepared to kill at a moment's notice--no matter the target?
I should very much like to know.
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Perhaps.
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I suppose you may take your leave of me, then!
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[ However... Duke will be a petty ass and in the middle of any reply to that, will actually shut off the video on his end. ]