Fourteenth Message [Text | Handwritten -> Video | Sheet of Paper]

[scramasax]

[Slow and steadily handwritten text in pen:]

This is Anthony. I apologize to anyone who it bothers. However, I am going to switch to video. Excuse me, please.

[The words stay in place with no change in the transmission for between four and five seconds.

It shifts to visual with a hoarse and mumbled "Hello."

When it switches to video Anthony looks no different than he did in his last message - except, of course, rather more composed. At the least relatively - he still looks uneasy. Shoulders distinctly hunched making himself not timidly but anxiously somewhat small in the frame. Eyes don't go fully unlidded, blinking rapid, less-obviously brow slightly knitted and eyes themselves wandering one way and then the other.

His fingers are laced and hands resting from where he had them clasped in front of them before shifting method of communication - also not-so-obvious twitch in his face that'd be a little too quick to catch as some misgiving polite obligatory smile even if his face was in the state it was in April.]

-- I er...

-- thought it - may - be - good -- to mention... that I... -- know from experience that I -- cannot die. -- Normally... [This is cagier than he hopes it sounds, as it's more than he can actually claim to know for a fact.] If -- ...there's a fight -- any time soon -- ...if - we're -- ge - getting attacked, again, I, erm. ... -- Won't mind -- if I can -- ...be - there.

[Less-than-forthright way to say that he hopes to.]

Uhm. That's all -- thank - ...Thank you...

[In a moment his shoulders hunch even deeper and he cringes away from the screen before dusting the page aside and cutting the feed.]

Comments

[handwritten]

[scramasax]

[That, he's long been meaning to!] Yes, sir... Of course I will! (Unfortunately, I do not think that the person in my pulses was trained for swordplay, either...) [Ergo, it's unlikely to be a skill that can be trusted to simply pop up when and if demanded to. In practicing handling the sword he's gotten nevertheless, though, he's only pressed for space, but surely something'll work.]

[handwritten]

[detectivetroll]

[Nick still really doesn't like this, but he's not exactly one to talk when it comes to dangerous plans.]

Look, I've been helping Alex figure out how to spar with his tail, I can work with you, too, if you want. I'm not sure how much help I'll be with swordplay for a little bit, the pulse I got about weapons seems to be kind of hit and miss at the moment, but I can show you what I do know.

[handwritten]

[scramasax]

[Momentary waffling pause - his first instinct is to excuse himself but it'd be an imposition but heaven's sake the offer's been proposed to him of Nick's own volition; this isn't a time to be dithery - ]

If that would be convenient, then I would be grateful for it... Thank you for offering, Mr. Burkhardt.

[Another pause - for wording, not the thought, as he is certainly wondering.]

What kind of pulse about weapons did you receive, sir? (If I am allowed to ask.)

[handwritten]

[detectivetroll]

You can call me Nick, you know. And you're welcome. I'm not going to stop you from trying to do something like this, but I can try to make sure you're prepared.

[That, and John'd probably be cranky at him if he didn't do anything.]

Honestly, I'm not exactly sure. I think he - the other me - knew how to use a lot of other weapons. I thought I got that, but it only seems to work some of the time.