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| [Not even a day has passed and you can already expect Azimuth to be on his feet, continuing life as normal. Except something about him still seems off, and in the process of preparing breakfast, the old Lombax could be seen stopping from time to time, murmuring to himself, or pausing to lean on the counter. His movements are stiff and hesitant, though he manages enough sense of mind to nearly complete an entire bowl of cereal.
Milk poured, an unsteady hand sets the gallon aside, opting to put it back in the fridge later. This is followed by another hesitant pause, and the Elder stares strangely down at the Lucky Charms filled to the rim.
He raises the spoon.
But his head is first to splash into the bowl, nearly knocking it over.
No, Alister, that's not how you eat.]
[ooc: aaaand wrap-up post. Alister's staying at the Villa with Rin and Yukio until he's a bit more steady on his feet. o7] | |
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| [At least this transmission is on more of a positive note, depending on how one would look at it.
Alister's seated at his dining room table with a fresh cup of tea, out of the clinic whether it was of his own volition or not, and surprisingly looking a bit better than his last appearance. Sure, there's still a good deal of bandages adorning his face and he's still pretty haggard, but at least he's not dead.
And despite his adamance before, this was not intentional.
So the former-General takes a slow sip from his cup, clearing his throat politely when he finishes.]
I believe we're agreed to acknowledge that this week never happened.
[A little brash, considering its events. Though, is there a better 'i'm doing okay' than that, from someone like him?]
I've returned to the junkyard for now, and the security is disengaged.
[Wait Alister are you.
Inviting people in?
How hard were you hit, man?] | |
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| [The video turns on to show the thief in...what appears to be Alister's living room. However, he seems to lack his normal dramatic flair, seeing as he's on the floor, cradling what appears to be a toy mouse. He's pawing at it, staring at the ceiling, his deep voice practically purring when he speaks.]
Hi Dad!
Dad.
Dad--
Your living room is pretty. It's as if...a nebula barfed all over the walls.
[He rubs his cheek against the toy, then starts kicking at it.]
Everyone should come here. Where it's pretty. And then we can be happy. And ride sea creatures on the ceiling. | |
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| [Someone's settling in nicely, judging by the thief's new apartment. He's managed to ruin a nice place pretty quickly, the whole room covered in scraps of metal, broken parts of machinery and a makeshift lab off to the side where the kitchen ought to be. The thief seems distracted, as he paces across the screen, stumbling over the rug and falling flat on the ground. He stands back up, but his cape gets caught on the table, leading him to tripping.]I am in the process of creating a ship, however, I can't help but to wonder what would happen if I were to leave. The very barrier that keeps us in may keep us out... Therefore, I think I will wait. [He brushes himself off and switches it to filtered.]( Filtered to Alister. ) | |
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| [Today, Vatheon, there is a masked "man" facing the camera, trying to stand as dignified as possible despite the fact he's soaking wet. His voice is deep, and clearly electronic.]
I require a starship immediately. Failure to comply will result in a disaster beyond which you could possibly comprehend. [Annoyed with the wet cape, he tries to adjust it, but ends up slipping in the process. He stands back up as soon as he hits the ground, brushing off his cape.]
On another note, I'm also in need of any maps of the local solar system that you are able to provide, as well as ammo.
Should you refuse my demands, you will quickly find yourselves regretting it. I don't have much time. Don't waste it. | |
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