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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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[And that's a title, clearly. You can hear the capitalization.]
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[Ah, the bubble trick again. It's starting to get old-- he really needs something better to show people-- but it works. Steven steps back a few feet, until the shot encases his entire body. A moment of concentration--
--and then pop! An incredibly pink bubble surrounded Steven, protecting him and lifting him from the ground. He laughs and gives a wave.]
See? Stuff like this!
[His voice is somewhat muffled, but it hardly matters; within a few moments the bubble pops out of existence and he's returning to the camera.]
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[He doesn't actually have an offensive weapon yet.]
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