[Shiro’s triumphant return isn’t nearly as flashy as SOME people’s. It’s hard when you don’t have a fancy drone or anything. What Shiro DOES have is a tablet, which he is using to connect to the numbered network for the first time in more than a year.
The view is of the sky, unobscured by buildings. Wherever Shiro is, he’s quite high up. He also looks significantly different; he still has his fluffy white hair and his white skin with a bluish cast, but now his eyes are piercing golden and glowing, with slitted pupils, standing out starkly against black sclera. He is wearing a loose fitting white kimono, or yukata-like garment, and there seems to be a big sword strapped to his back. He has on his ridiculous black outback hat, the shade of which makes the glowing of his eyes even more apparent.
When he speaks, his voice reverberates eeriely. But mostly, he looks tired. Maybe even a little sick? He looks a bit haggard, one way or another ]
Do you people realize how hard it is to get to the East Coast from San Francisco when there’s barely any flights and I ain’t got any powers to use to get here?! I ended up flying to Atlanta! ATLANTA! And I hitchhiked from there!! And WALKED. A lot of the way, I fucking WALKED! [someone didn't know about the teleporters... and didn't think to ask]
Why? Because… I don’t know. I felt it calling me, I guess. [he grumbles] It's kind of stupid, but for the past few months, I've felt this... draw... and I finally couldn't resist. Looks like I got here just in time, too.
So uh…
[he runs his clawed hands over his scalp, scratching at his messy white mop of hair]
I don’t know how many of you remember me. M’name’s Shiro, Shiro Nakamura. Well, that’s my name here. My other name is Zangetsu, if that means anything to anyone.
I kinda need to know what’s been happening since uh… Maaaaaay? Of twenty-fourteen? Last thing I heard network-wise, before I had to head back to San Francisco, was there was a pink light in Vegas.
Now the moon is a snake and the aliens are here?!
411, please! Chris-- uh, Starscream! Are you here?! You left without me, you bitch!
[he suddenly pales and puts his hand over his mouth, and he lets his tablet drop a bit, revealing, yay, more sky. He recovers soon enough]
.... I dunno if this is relevant fer anyone but me, but uh... don't eat the ghosts. They are not good for eating. I have so many regrets.
VIDEO network post -- BACKDATED to April 30 -- OTA
The view is of the sky, unobscured by buildings. Wherever Shiro is, he’s quite high up. He also looks significantly different; he still has his fluffy white hair and his white skin with a bluish cast, but now his eyes are piercing golden and glowing, with slitted pupils, standing out starkly against black sclera. He is wearing a loose fitting white kimono, or yukata-like garment, and there seems to be a big sword strapped to his back. He has on his ridiculous black outback hat, the shade of which makes the glowing of his eyes even more apparent.
When he speaks, his voice reverberates eeriely. But mostly, he looks tired. Maybe even a little sick? He looks a bit haggard, one way or another ]
Do you people realize how hard it is to get to the East Coast from San Francisco when there’s barely any flights and I ain’t got any powers to use to get here?! I ended up flying to Atlanta! ATLANTA! And I hitchhiked from there!! And WALKED. A lot of the way, I fucking WALKED! [someone didn't know about the teleporters... and didn't think to ask]
Why? Because… I don’t know. I felt it calling me, I guess. [he grumbles] It's kind of stupid, but for the past few months, I've felt this... draw... and I finally couldn't resist. Looks like I got here just in time, too.
So uh…
[he runs his clawed hands over his scalp, scratching at his messy white mop of hair]
I don’t know how many of you remember me. M’name’s Shiro, Shiro Nakamura. Well, that’s my name here. My other name is Zangetsu, if that means anything to anyone.
I kinda need to know what’s been happening since uh… Maaaaaay? Of twenty-fourteen? Last thing I heard network-wise, before I had to head back to San Francisco, was there was a pink light in Vegas.
Now the moon is a snake and the aliens are here?!
411, please! Chris-- uh, Starscream! Are you here?! You left without me, you bitch!
[he suddenly pales and puts his hand over his mouth, and he lets his tablet drop a bit, revealing, yay, more sky. He recovers soon enough]
.... I dunno if this is relevant fer anyone but me, but uh... don't eat the ghosts. They are not good for eating. I have so many regrets.