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| [There's a rough bang and clatter as the SFC falls to the ground of the plaza with its video accidentally turned on. It slides away, pointed up towards its owner who is looking deadly, frightened, and entirely befuddled all at once. It's an Englishman in his late 20s with golden hair and rather cherubic features. He is dripping wet.
Perhaps worth taking note, he also has very large, very messy, and very soggy angel wings on his back, drooping to the ground. There are feathers everywhere. Also worth taking note is the sword he has in his hand, which he looks about ready to stab someone with. Despite being completely wet like the rest of the poor man, the sword is miraculously on fire.]
Ooooh! Why am I all wet?!
[The angel groans and looks himself over, spitting some water that dripped from his nose onto his mouth.] | |
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| [ Newcomers aside, Raine was more interested in learning more about Vatheon than those coming in. However, there is something about the guests she would like to address and learn more about. She's been looking at the SFC from time to time and have noticed different types of creatures and races she hasn't seen before. So, being the Professor, she would like to know more about these creatures.
She's seems to be in a hut on the island. Not the best one but it worked. Around her with the supplies she had asked others to receive for her as well as some books. She looks much better than when she had first arrived here on Vatheon as well. ]
I have noticed quite an array of different species and races here in Vatheon. If I may, ask if some might tell me more about yourselves? That is, if you wish to do so.
[ She understands if you don't want to. She really does. Personally she wouldn't want to but this place seems to be a lot more understanding than home and... she was curious.
She seems to ponder another things before speaking up once more. ]
How quickly does one feel ill after not touching the coral within the time span in which you must do so?
[ She's going to have to in about oh.. a week and a half or so but the problem is she can't seem to get herself into the elevator and back down to the bubble. But that's something she's not going to openly admit. ]
That is all. Thank you in advanced to those who will take the time to answer. | |
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| [The video feed shows the inside of a small, traditional dōjō. There is the sound of Mitsuhide practicing in the background, off-screen; the corners of Motochika's mouth curl upwards ever-so-slightly, and there is intent in his gaze. His voice carries across the dōjō as he speaks.]
It is Mitsuhide's birthday in just under a week's time, on the twenty-third.
I do not doubt that he has failed to mention it to his friends. Mitsuhide is too humble to expect anyone to make fuss, as is custom here. Nor would he wish for anyone to feel obligated. Yet it has not occurred to him that those who care for him might want to celebrate with him.
[Motochika's eyes flicker away from the SFC, presumably in Mitsuhide's direction, and he smirks.]
Last year I indulged Mitsuhide's shy reserve. This year I leave the choice in your hands.
[Motochika ends the feed there, before the SFC can capture Mitsuhide's reaction.] | |
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| [ 'sup, vatheon!! On screen, there is a boy inside... what appears to be an animal trap net. Wait, it is an animal trap net. Guess who had supreme luck and got "three-points!" shot in there upon arrival?
Despite not looking very pleased, this boy doesn't look all that pissed. Holding what seems to be a chawanmushi cup in his hand, he continues to... eat the now-soggy meal. He swallows his current bite before speaking: ]
I don't ever recall signing up for a nature trip— [ He tries to sit up, but that's not working very well! The trap just continues to bounce him up and down gently with each movement— ] ...or a forest in the middle of Tokyo?
[ Just. Giving up and sitting still, then. A small, wry smile follows after. ] ... I'll think about that later. If anyone can see this, I would highly appreciate a little assistance. | |
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| [Ran is in Conan's vacant bedroom. Where there was once a sleeping 10-year-old there's now rumpled sheets. His glasses are gone, his sneakers no where to be found--and the angle of the feed keeps changing as Ran continues to pace frantically around the room.]
He's not here!
Is he awake?! Has anyone seen Conan-kun?! [Trying not to cry. Ran can't cry. There has to be an explanation! It wasn't unusual for Conan to run off without telling her, but...]
Shinichi..! [Her voice cracked, the tears welling quite obviously now.] Is Conan-kun with you?! | |
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| [Sit down kiddos, because Uncle Alister is about to spin you a yarn. From the length of this message, he must have something pretty important to say!] ( cut for OHGOD WHAT )This is a test of the broadcast system.[ooc: Yes, it does actually say something! Translation available on request. Translator is here, though the above text is just an image.;;] | |
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