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| [And for a change, a certain Medic appears on the screen, covered in bloo- Wait. No. That isn't blood. It's paint. Actual, red paint. And he is trying his best to look as dignified as possible for someone covered in... Paint.]
Fein. I just... Might require some assistanze vizh zhis.
[Nope. He doesn't quite fancy having to ask for help. But there he goes, holding up a large, paint-covered brush.]
I haff a little paint job to hand over to someone more skilled in zhis area zhan I am. | |
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| [Nasuti appears to be really concerned about something. For those that saw her on her first day night here, don't worry, she's dry and warm now! Thank you for your concern! ♥ But something seems to be bothering her.]
I still don't know about this...I don't want to cause any trouble to Shin or his housemates. It seems they've gotten really close, and I don't want to interfere. It sounds like he had to try really hard to be accepted, and...
[She nervously begins to toy with a lock of hair that's fallen over her shoulder.] I'm wondering if I should find a place of my own. Set it up in case anyone wants to just...have some space.
[She wasn't going to say it, but she was used to being on her own, after all the battles and losses in her family. While she never tired of Shin or Touma's company--they needed their space, and she didn't want to get in the way of that.]
[Nasuti lets out a sigh and smiles.] Well, I guess I should get started! Better now before things got settled.
[Maybe she could find a place before that James fellow knew she was there.] | |
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| [ The video opens to a calm frowning man pulling at strands of his green mohawk (Ugh, so horribly frizzy from all this water!) and staring behind rather thick sunglasses.]
Well this place sure is boring. I mean, sure it's ...quaint, for it's size. I don't mind being here at all if I'm going to have such an impromptu vacation!
[Here he sighs dramatically and puts a hand to his cheek with a pout.]
But if I'm going to just suffer such an ugly mark, and boring place, after having such fun where I belong....
[He leans closer with a wide grin and honestly unsettling chuckle.]
Anybody want to, eh, spar~? I promise I'll be gen~tle~
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| Happy New Year, everyone!~ *Selphie's room, in the background, may seem a little less decorated than it was before Christmas, but all those fairy lights are still there. She's wrapped up cosy in a blanket on her bed, a bunch of random books at her side* So, it's a new year, and my resolution is to learn something new! You're a talented bunch, Vatheon, I know it - so whatcha gonna teach me? *Lord knows, there's a lot of things that she could learn* How bout you? Resolutions, anyone? | |
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| [Zelda turns on the feed, looking worn. She's covered up the red around her eyes with makeup (though not all that well), and she's avoiding looking directly at the camera.]
Some of you may have had your houses broken into on the night of the New Year's party. I apologize deeply for the behavior of the man who did it, he is from my world.
I need your help. Anyone's help, really. That man is a magical construct created by my worst enemy. I estimate that he was created a short while ago, no more than a year's time. If his master were present I would say that he is a puppet and needs to be disposed of, but his continued existence without Ganondorf here to maintain the spell suggests that he has a consciousness of his own. I don't know for certain what his intentions are, but a preliminary scan showed that he has little to no direction.
[She puts her head in her hands.]
He is currently convinced that he is Link...
[She can't go on. She turns off the feed, but she'll answer anyone who calls her. Really, anyone. She's completely at a loss for what to do.] | |
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| [Getting used to this place isn't anything easy, especially not to Ruca. However after a few days, the boy decides to take a look around the city...
...mainly to look for the library.
But since walking without a clue where he should go doesn't seem like a good idea, Ruca thought it might be better to just ask.]
...Um, I hope I'm not bothering anyone, but... I'm looking for the library... | |
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| [The last thing that he remembers when he returns to consciousness is being attacked and after that...wasn't he supposed to be--?
The feel of something cold on his skin distracts him from those questions and soon, vision blurred and body far from stable, he tries to stand only to flop back down on the ground face down.
The feed begins shortly after when a few of the communicator buttons are hit and reveals a very tired and very beat up looking Axel not even knowing where he is or what he's doing here. All he knows is that the Dusks aren't beating the pulp out of him anymore and that he has a little more breathing room.]
...Hn. Those guys...pack a little too much of a punch. | |
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