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Video Log 1

[The screen flickers and buzzes before focusing on a thoroughly soaked and annoyed looking albino. Gilbert, the albino, is dressed in what seems to be a black tank top and a dark blue pair of boxers. It is obvious that when he arrived here, he was either in bed, or dressed for it. He scowls down at the screen, and rakes his slim fingers through his hair, slicking it back before ruffling it in obvious aggravation]

Alright, this is some sort of...video thing. Great. Guess who ever kidnapped me was nice enough to stick a starfish camera on my face. Thanks for almost giving me a fucking heart attack. Jerk!

[Gilbert lets out a loud huff and the screen jostles, briefly peering at the floor when the albino moves to stand up. The screen remains staring at the floor, but Gilbert's voice is audible]

What the hell is this place anyway? Looks like I'm in an underground Sea world. And what the fuck is this...tattoo thing? Tch, it's dark...

[The screen is moved to view the dark mark on the underside of Gilbert's wrist, the faint glow from the SFC letting the albino have a better view of it. After a moment, the screen moves again to focus on Gilbert's angry face]

I'm usually a pretty cool guy, but if the freak who kidnapped me is watching this, you better damn well hope I don't find you! You better send me home soon, alright?! There's a case of beer in the fridge and if I don't defend it, Bruderchen will drink it all without me! That and...and I was in a middle of a raid! My character's probably dead now...dammit...

[Gilbert frowns contemplatively at the screen]

Does this function as a phone too? Can I send SOS videos on it? Although I don't think the coastguard can help me unless they pack a submarine underneath their tower chair things. Hellooooo~ anyone out thereeeee~ or am I a crazy person talking to a starfish?

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...this place brings in all the morons.

[There won't be much of a reply until Eddie comes up next to Gilbert.]

Hey.

[He won't hit a guy until they're facing each other. He's not a coward.]

[Gilbert's not much of a coward either - 822 years of fighting in wars kind of squashed any cowardice out of him - so he turns to 'Valerie' with a cocky grin and an open stance.]

Hey. You look...bigger, than on the starfish thing. A punch from you will definitely hurt. [Gilbert can admit that.]

[Now that catches Eddie off kilter a bit.]

You're really gonna let me clock ya?

[He makes a face at the name again; maybe he should just swing then deal with the nickname thing.]

Well~ I've had worse than a sore nose, Val. [Vapid grin.] Besides, I'm not gonna just /stand/ here. I'll probably lean back all cool-like and make you miss. Or maybe I'll punch you back. Oooooh, it's a myyyystery~ [He waggles his fingers at you in a 'spooky' way, laughing to himself afterwards.]

[Yeah, he's not waiting for Prussia to finish laughing before he just leans back and let's a right hook fly.]

[Gilbert had to admit that the guy was pretty damn fast, despite being on the stocky and short side. Gilbert was leaner and not as muscular, but what he made for in lack of strength was speed and endurance. He let out a small noise of surprise and lent back, feeling the breeze from the punch just missing his nose.]

[He hopped back a few steps.] Whoa! Wow, you're pretty damn fast! Not bad, Valerie! [A cocky grin starts to curl his lips.] Why don't you try again? I feel generous. [This is a great way to vent about his situation, riling people up!]

[It comes with having to watch his back when dealing with toons and the idiots of LA on a near daily bases.

Valiant lowered his hand and just. Stared.]

You really want me to punch you in the mug, dontcha.

[Gilbert shrugs, settling his hands on his hips.] Nhh. It's a good way to vent, y'know.

[He tilts his head at the man, his shoulders dropping a little from their tense position.]

Plus...fights get the blood going, and I'm cold. [He mutters this in a quiet whine.]

There's a bunch of apartments that you can go to. Even though the people round here kidnapped us, they don't seem to charge for basics.

[No, he's not offering you his trenchcoat.]

Might help before you catch a damn cold and it hurts less then gettin' clobbered.

[Damn, that trenchcoat looked so cool too. Guess Chivalry really was dead.]

Yeah, well. [Gilbert frowns for a moment.] That's boring. [he finishes lamely, scraping his bare sole against the ground, wriggling his toes slightly.]

[If you were a damsel, maybe he'd give up the trenchcoat.]

...you're pouting.

[Eddie looks very amused now.]

I-I am not! I don't pout!

[Gilbert is very much offended by your accusation, and he's going to pout- I mean, glare at you some more.]

I'm not pouting.

[stare.]

Sure, kid. You're just glaring with your lip.

[He shakes his head again.]

[Gilbert properly glares this time.]

Oh shaddup, you. [Huffs and stamps his feet.] As fun as arguing with you is, Valerie, I'm cold, so I'm gonna go...somewhere warm.

[That's better.

Eddie's temper had cooled. Then that name...damn it, Prussia. Have another swinging punch but this time to your shoulder.]

Knock it off, jerk.

Ow!

[Gilbert grunts and whines, rubbing at his shoulder. Valerie packed a punch - excuse the pun]

What was that for?!

For callin' me Valerie, you cream puff.

[He does. Just not for very long. He's not exactly in shape.]

Next time I'll shove my fist in your mug for it.

[...these two will be the weirdest friends ever...]

[Gilbert stuck out his tongue, the epitome of maturity it seemed, and slowly started to smirk]

You know, for being such a grumpy guts, I like you, Valerie. You kinda remind me of Ger- er, er, Lutz, I mean. Except you're not as strict. And you're pudgier. Lutz had a stomach you could eat off of.

[Indeed, but they would also be AWESOME friends!]

[Eh, maturity might be over rated anyways.

Eddie just kind of gives Gil a rather sarcastic smirk. Grumpy? Eh...he's been called worse.]

Lutz? I think you have got a trouble with names. And I ain't pudgy.

[>| so there]

Well his name's Ludwig, but I'm lazy so Lutz it is, or Bruderchen.

[Gilbert handwaves and grins a little cockily] Ohhh, I'd say you're pudgy. Look at that~ [He prods 'Valerie' in the gut] Squish! Squish! Heh, hey, this is kind of fun...

[Prod prod prod.]

[Eddie gives a yelp before stepping back.]

Hey you- stop that. Geez, you're worse then a toon.

[arms distance away now.]

I feel sorry for that guy if he had to be around you all the damn time.

[A toon? Gilbert didn't quite understand that, so he ignored it.] Eeeh? C'mon, I'm not that bad to be around. I just need to entertain myself some because I'm standing here wet and half-naked. And I have no shoes.

[He looks down at his bare feet and wriggles his toes.] And the floor's cold...

[Don't...ask, Gil. He'd just glare at you more. He looks the other man up and down before shrugging.]

Like I said, just walk into any of those shops and get a few free things of cloths. If you can't take a little dip in a fountain, it's the only way to warm up your precious damn feet.

[Gilbert blinks owlishly] Free? What's free? Who's giving out free things? [He looks about for the supposedly free things. Gilbert never refused free things. Never.]

These saps.

[He jabs his finger towards the shops.]

You got these weird bit of ink somewhere on your body. show them it and they'll give you just about anything.

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