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| [The feed opens on an especially miserable looking Gargoyle. He's shivering and the video jitters a little. The arm that isn't holding the SFC is reaching across his chest. If you look close enough, you may be able to see straggling clumps of snow in his hair. Some folks might even notice the lighthouse railing--or they would if not for snow buildup there, too.]
J-just in case you guys haven't noticed yet. There's a, u-uh...a surprise up top.
[A chill takes him and his arm tightens.]
Sweet jalapeña, it's cold. |
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| [Hijiri's SFC turns on as his cat swats it off the table as it was in its way... The video shows Hijiri playing his violin. He's playing a rather quick, lively piece that might make you feel like dancing. Hijiri is enjoying himself very much and swaying in time to his music as his cat looks on disapprovingly.] |
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[It's just like any other day for Darkleer. He's just locked himself away in his room for the most part while Summoner slumbers away on his bed. After his matesprit had been kidnapped by the Highblood, he's been even more reluctant to leave his side.]
[So he simply sits at his workbench, sketching out the designs for the hive next door that they are going to steal expand to.]
[Unfortunately, he has no idea that an oliveblooded cat is slowly making her way to him and shenanigans will happen...]
[Video]
[Some time after those shenanigans, Darkleer appears on the network.]
[A very sheepish Darkleer, as a matter of fact, his hand lowering after giving some of his long hair a firm nervous tug. His shoulders are kind of tense.]
Ahem. So.
[A pause. Suddenly, somewhere from off-screen, a pair of hands start to bat at his arm which only makes him shrink back a bit more. Anyone familiar with Disciple may be able to identify those hands and arms as hers.]
I'm doing it, I'm doing it-! Ngh. [A small sigh.] Is... there anyone who is free today who would like to do something?
...That is out of my respite block.
...And my hive. |
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| Oh dear, oh dear... [That, along with a small crash, are the first two sounds that Vatheon may hear one early morning. The video is a bit more difficult, at least for the first few moments. Darkleer always keeps his room fairly dim at night besides his workbench light, and now to add to the confusion, there seems to be a flurry of white and black obscuring the SFC's video camera.]
[After a moment, however, things settle and viewers should be able to see a currently shirtless Darkleer. It's hard to miss recognizing him, considering things. But a few things seem to be different... You know, like the enormous fuzzy and speckled wings extending from his back and laying mostly against the ground. They twitch, now and then, as Darkleer takes care to not stop on anything. Instead of his usual long arrow-shaped horns, a pair of antennae flow from his head that are just as fuzzy as his wings.]
[He tries to turn around, and one may see beyond the curtain of his own very long black hair some bit of moth fluff extending along a good deal of his spine. It can't yet be seen but it also extends a bit to his neck.]
[Noticing the state of the SFC, Darkleer very very carefully makes his way over to his desk.]Since this is currently on regardless, could... anyone please inform me on the proper method of dealing with wings? Particularly extremely large ones that do not seem within the norm? [They give another sudden twitch and Darkleer hunches his shoulders up, glancing over to where Summoner lays still unconscious on his bed. Darnit, matesprit, of all the times to be asleep...] |
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| [The feed opens close to Brooklyn’s mug, before zooming out. He's got to make sure it’s possible to get a good look at him.]
Just a heads up. If you’re up around the island and you ever see a statue perched high somewhere that looks like me, chances are it is me. So just, uh, leave it alone, okay?
[He puts on a more grim face to add.]
Don’t think me being stone means you can get away with anything. Trust me, I’ll know.
[Which is a complete lie.]
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