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| Spot me, Vatheon.
[The video starts off shaky as Axel sets his communicator down on a nice level area and by the time it's settled there will be a nice view of some railing, trees, benches, and a building off to the side. Seemingly uneventful... until Axel shows up on camera from the other side, effortlessly backflipping once, twice, and on and on, even managing to find some momentum to kick off the ground and spin as he practically flies over the bench.
But it doesn't end there! Oh, no. Upon sticking his landing he performs a single no-handed flip, then a hop onto a railing which he ends up handstanding on for a few seconds.
Now here comes the dismount, later followed by a short run toward the wall where he kick-flips a few times. And this is just a warmup for his own personal training session. Whoever said he stays locked up in a cave all day clearly doesn't know what they're talking about.
Have we mentioned he's shirtless? Yeah, there's that. Can't do all this in a floppy coat. So look at dem muscles ripple, bubble. Facing the communicator, panting and with a crack of his neck, Axel grins like the damn showoff he is.]
Heh. Eat your heart out.
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| [The bubble's resident blonde emperor--
Well, okay, the bubble's resident tiny blonde emperor (since there is another one) is on the network, looking slightly flustered and red-faced today.
And with good reason.
He starts the broadcast by clearing his throat, going to speak, stopping, doing this one more time before finally finding his voice.]
I'm just going to apologize in advance for what I'm about to ask, because no matter how I phrase this, what I'm requesting is... awkward, to say the least.
And I truly hope Dhaos never sees this...
[Another pause, a deep breath, and he begins.]
My... -- ... Dhaos has been in a sleep coma for some time, and I've been doing what I could to take care of him, however I've run in to a slight problem.
He's starting to... to...
[NOPE. Can't do it. He stops as his face goes even redder, hand moving from his chin to over his eyes, a mutter of 'oh spirits, I can't...' emerging before he's capable of regaining some semblance of composure and attempts again.]
He's starting to develop a certain... odor. I could do something about this if it weren't for the simple fact that I'm not exactly gifted in strength [he lifts a scrawny arm up, dwarfed under his button down shirt even with the sleeve rolled up to his elbow] and he's quite... tall. So if anyone has any experience with this problem, I would really, really appreciate any help I can get.
... th... thank you for your time.
[And he's just going to go hide now until his face stops feeling so warm. Or until he gets a response. One of the two.]
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| [The feed opens to a grinning Zack.]
Hey! So, I've been thinking. Everyone here comes from different worlds and backgrounds. And Vatheon is usually pretty safe, but I know a couple bad people have come here and caused trouble. As a member of the Defense Force, I'll do everything I can to make sure everyone stays safe. I'm sure everyone else on the Force feels the same.
But, there's only so many of us. We can't be everywhere. So, I'm gonna offer combat lessons for anyone who wants them. Hand to hand, sword fighting, or even basic physical training. I'll be as flexible as I can with people's schedules. Even if you just want some advice, I'd be up for that. Just drop me a line and we can hash something out.
[Because Zack doesn't do much lazing about, something he's done entirely too much of lately.] |
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