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savetheearth2013-04-18 09:54 pm
secondcomingof) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-18 09:54 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
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- code geass: euphemia li britannia,
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- eternal darkness: anthony,
- final fantasy xiii: lightning,
- gundam unicorn: banagher links,
- gundam unicorn: full frontal,
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- kamen rider blade: hajime aikawa,
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ғᴏᴜʀ. [ video; reflected off a mirror in his room, late evening ]
[ The feed is sharp and clear and focused when it comes into view, centered around one Casval Mass, who has propped himself up on a heavy trunk with one long leg crossed over the other. His eyes are stern and his tone sterner still; compared to his initial introduction on the network, his demeanor is comparatively absent of ego, replaced by an intense drive that can be felt even through the mirror he's broadcasting from. ]
Good evening.
For those of you unfamiliar with me, my name is Casval Mass. It's come to my attention, recently, that a hotspot of activity related to the so-called "invasion" has flared within the area known as the "Dead District". More specifically, several non-network related residents have complained of werewolf attacks. While I too am skeptical of the nature of these attacks, its timing cannot be ignored in relation to our predicament.
[ Casval leans down, beginning to flip open the various locking mechanisms on the trunk. ]
Therefore, I propose that a scouting party of sorts be sent into this District to determine the scope of—and, if necessary, eliminate—this problem. I am aware that some of you may doubt my abilities on this front, or take issue with me personally. I ask you to set these qualms aside in favor of achieving our greater goal.
[ Click and snap go the last locks, and Casval rises, opening the trunk and pushing it over to reveal... well, a metric fuckload of weaponry. Guns of all sizes, body armor, blades, other objects meant to kill and maim and what have you, it's all there in spades. Some of it questionably legal, for those of you familiar with such stock.
A little bit of ego does slip through as he smirks back up at his audience, picking out a polished sniper rifle in particular for himself and leaning against it as he stands. ]
As you can see, I can provide the equipment necessary for this mission. I am seeking motivated individuals to join me in this endeavor. If those individuals do not step forward, I will simply go myself.
[ Blue eyes narrow testily. ]
I am through running and hiding. If I should die, let it be in this way, facing this threat, instead of cowering in the shadows. I will not allow paranoia and uncertainty to condemn me to a lifetime of servitude.
I thank you in advance for your cooperation.
[ And, just before the feed cuts, and before he forgets: ]
Banagher Links.
I need to speak to you immediately. Please respond.
[ The threat of or I'll find you anyway goes unspoken, but is clear in his voice regardless. ]
Good evening.
For those of you unfamiliar with me, my name is Casval Mass. It's come to my attention, recently, that a hotspot of activity related to the so-called "invasion" has flared within the area known as the "Dead District". More specifically, several non-network related residents have complained of werewolf attacks. While I too am skeptical of the nature of these attacks, its timing cannot be ignored in relation to our predicament.
[ Casval leans down, beginning to flip open the various locking mechanisms on the trunk. ]
Therefore, I propose that a scouting party of sorts be sent into this District to determine the scope of—and, if necessary, eliminate—this problem. I am aware that some of you may doubt my abilities on this front, or take issue with me personally. I ask you to set these qualms aside in favor of achieving our greater goal.
[ Click and snap go the last locks, and Casval rises, opening the trunk and pushing it over to reveal... well, a metric fuckload of weaponry. Guns of all sizes, body armor, blades, other objects meant to kill and maim and what have you, it's all there in spades. Some of it questionably legal, for those of you familiar with such stock.
A little bit of ego does slip through as he smirks back up at his audience, picking out a polished sniper rifle in particular for himself and leaning against it as he stands. ]
As you can see, I can provide the equipment necessary for this mission. I am seeking motivated individuals to join me in this endeavor. If those individuals do not step forward, I will simply go myself.
[ Blue eyes narrow testily. ]
I am through running and hiding. If I should die, let it be in this way, facing this threat, instead of cowering in the shadows. I will not allow paranoia and uncertainty to condemn me to a lifetime of servitude.
I thank you in advance for your cooperation.
[ And, just before the feed cuts, and before he forgets: ]
Banagher Links.
I need to speak to you immediately. Please respond.
[ The threat of or I'll find you anyway goes unspoken, but is clear in his voice regardless. ]
[ text ]
The last one got messy, and werewolves are a lot bigger than the grues were.
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What are you, my babysitter?
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[Because what if it IS a big deal. What if Hajime's going into certain danger or worse? What if he gets badly injured and it's all Souji's fault?
What if Hajime hates him for it?
His mind briefly flashes back the the memory (or whatever it was) he got touching the statue. The slash of swords and going at Hajime with all his might. Had they been on opposite sides, once upon a time? Had Hajime hated him then too?
Souji swallows hard and sits down hard on the couch, fidgeting with the phone in his hands.]
Because I'm afraid to lose you.
[He types it out, then reconsiders and backspaces, erasing it.]
Because don't you have better things to do? Like becoming a doctor?
[ text ]
[It's one night of staying out late. It wouldn't be a good habit to get into, sure, but he can get around one night without sleep, no problem.
And if it's to make sure Souji doesn't get in over his head, he'd work around as many sleepness nights as he had to.]
[ text ]
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It's not trouble.
- okay, it is trouble, and it's always a lot of trouble, but - that isn't the point.]
Don't worry about it.
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