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| [It's raining up on the island today.
Some might call this a sign of things to come.
When the video feed comes on, Rin is absolutely soaked. He had a jacket when he and Ratchet first went up to wait for Alister on the island, but he gave it to the Lombax who is just barely out of view next to him, equally soaked.
Ratchet had protested it, of course, but Rin claimed the chances of him getting sick were a lot smaller than they were for his friend.
He looks worried. Really worried. Ratchet does, too, but of course it's not as easy to see his face as it is to see Rin's. They had been waiting for hours. The sun was almost down, even, and the rain just kept coming down on them while Alister was nowhere to be seen.
Considering how happy Rin was after the curse was finally over, this is a pretty drastic change.
He finally starts by clearing his throat, eyes shifting around his surroundings like whoever he's looking for is just going to pop up and surprise him suddenly.
No such luck.]
... has... anyone seen Alister? Er... General Azimuth. Fuzzy guy, missin' an ear...
He was supposed t' meet Ratchet and me up on the island but... he hasn't showed. And... he's not answerin' his voice mail either... [Ratchet shifts, moving out of view, but his voice can be heard as he walks away, getting Rin's attention]I'm gonna go look for him.Wha-- h-hey! What? You got a better idea, Rin?[Rin furrows his brows, looking back at the SFC.]
If anyone's seen him, let us know, okay? [Click](ooc: Red orange is Ratchet, borrowed with permission from Tsumi) | |
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| [Alister seems to be on the move today, for one reason or another. Granted, he's using the crutch less and less, but without his wrench in prime condition, he doesn't have much else to lean on as he moves. His injuries even look a little better as he addresses the feed, small white strands of fur peeking out where the skin had once been torn and bare.]
Upon the past couple of months, I had been doing some thinking.
[He sounds hesitant, but the General continues on anyway.]
...no. The past few days. I'm not able to learn much about the city by sitting alone in a pile of waste. Books hold knowledge, but experience holds more than what can ever be written on paper. Several of you have this, and are more than willing to share if we're all going to survive being trapped here.
[The Elder is upon one of the rooftops now, slowly setting himself down to catch his breath. That... may have been a little too much movement than he had been ready for, but he's not about to let his weakness get him down.]
So I say, from today on, I'm prepared to leave the junkyard behind. If I'm left wandering, well... I'm moving. That's all that matters. | |
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| Lunaday, Ifrit-Decan 13, ND 2018( Morning of the 23rd - Action for the close CR under the cut! )[It isn't until early afternoon that the network is finally accessed. Guy himself doesn't seem to be having any trouble figuring out the SFC - it's coming back to him like he'd only been here yesterday. In fact, he's back in a very familiar apartment, sitting heavily on a couch he remembers sharing for far too long, the balcony of the second floor of a Yutopil apartment just visible in the background.
He looks very tired. But hey, no need to let that stop a smile.]Hey there, Vatheon. Seems I had a vanishing act for a little while there, hah. Sorry. I hope you guys haven't had too much trouble lately. [He pauses, lips pressing together in thought, before bluntly speaking again--]And hey... whoever went and "borrowed" my energy gauge? I'd really like it back sometime. Please.[[ooc: ACTION IS FOR LIMITED CR ONLY PLEASE - it has been plotted in advance. :Db Feel free to respond to the video otherwise.]] | |
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| [Hello city of Vatheon. On your screens is a face not many have seen in a while. His eyes and ears are drooping a bit and he gives a long yawn, showing off those pearly whites. Ratchet is a tired Lombax but he needs to get this out before things get worse; if that is even possible. He waves and gives the camera a tired smile.]
Hey everyone. Just wanted to let you know I'm awake and everything is fine. Nothing big to worry about, alright? I'll talk to you all once I get a few cups of coffee in me. Still really tired. Those comas can take it out of you, huh? Anyone, talk to you all in a bit. Later. | |
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| [Alister's got a lot on his mind, lately.
As if it weren't bad enough that the stranger he'd encountered in the junkyard had been another Lombax, he went back home to find that the other hadn't been answering his SFC. And like the paranoid concerned father-figure he thought himself to be, he'd forced himself back to the apartments to check on his friend.
...finding him in a coma on his own bed.
Since then, the Elder hadn't moved from his spot. So when the feed sparks to life, there is a large, white Lombax sitting on the floor by the bed, keeping a careful eye on the motionless lump in front of him.]
...you took care of me. Both times.
It's about time I returned the favour.
[Shifting a little, he adjusts the sheets over his companion.]
[ooc: Tsumi's on hiatus for a bit, so Al's taking care of things while he's gone. And everything was already pre-approved for this. o7] | |
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| ... ich diese nachricht für Ratsche, sollte in der Lage sein zu entziffern.
Ich werde zurück zum schrottplatz, sollten sie mich gesucht. Und ich hoffe sie tun es nicht. I. .. sie sah, was geschehen war. Ich bin nicht sehr stabil. Und ich glaube nicht, dass ich nie mehr sein wird genug, um sie ständig an meiner Seite.
Sie können immer noch kommen Sie und besuchen sie. Aber versuchen Sie nicht, bringen sie mich zurück.
[He sighs, sitting back and switching back to a useable language. And in his hand, he seems to be attempt to repair a small device, shattered glass spread out like a puzzle all over the table and a small wrench in hand.]
...I would like to think things are back to normal. Or... heh. Whatever's considered normal around here.
Look, just... let's just disregard it. Forget what you saw, forget what happened. I'm willing to.
[He continues working on his project, pulling a pair of goggles over his eyes.]
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| [After figuring out how the hell his little communicator thing worked (and baffledly staring at its new transformation when it came about), Akira had been watching the network a little. It's enough to catch a few broadcasts, so he finally feels like he has to make one of his own to ask a question.
It's the very reason he's been hesitating as well. It's an important question... but regardless of what answer is given, he's not going to like it.]
Any of you seen a 13 year old girl? Her name's Kaori, she's got brown hair, usually in pigtails. Wears a dress, sickly, probably coughin' a lot.
[His voice is... slow, hesitant. As if he's having to really think about the words he's saying or they're difficult to say. But more than that... is that there's no anger or irritation in the words. Akira sounds genuinely upset and worried, though he's clearly trying to hide it.]
Lemme know... if you do. It's kinda important. | |
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| [The good thing about being a machine is that it doesn't take long for Legion to figure out the little communication device. For a moment after the video comes on, the flaps around the eyelight move, flaring out before drawing in close to the light. It looks completely unperturbed by the water dripping off his frame. When it finally speaks, its voice is noticeably mechanical.]Current location unknown. Shepard-Commander, requesting your assistance. ...Shepard-Commander? Garrus Vakarian? [He pauses for barely a second before continuing.]If there is anyone that can hear this, we appear to be out of communication range with our squad. Requesting location data and information on how we have come to be in this place. There is no missing data from our database, suggesting that we have potentially lost recent memory files and have been rebooted from a previous archival copy. There is currently no known location in the galaxy that matches the description of our current location. Our current hypothesis is that this is an unknown colony, though there has been no news on the extranet about a new colony. More data is required to extrapolate on our hypothesis. [Another pause.]We are willing to exchange data or favors for more information pertaining to our current whereabouts. We are especially interested in data on how to return to our previous location. | |
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| People of this disturbingly disturbing spinning ball of filth, listen!
I, who is ZIM, hereby declare this planet conquered by the Irken Empire! Prepare your pitiful lives to be destroyed! That is unless you can prove to be useful slaves to the Empire.
Now, obey or suffer the wrath of ZIM!! - Tags:hashiba hideyoshi (samurai warriors), italy (feliciano vargas), izanami, jaina solo, kazuma kuwabara, ky kiske, maka albarn, mami tomoe, minene uryuu, morte asherah, nack the weasel, ratchet, shelly greenhill, terra, travis touchdown, zim
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