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01 ☣ video/action for NBT
[ The audio turns on with the hiss of static, it lasts about half a second before— ]
Stuck? Stuck?! Bullshit!
[ Whoever's speaking, they're clearly angry. There's the sound of paper getting pushed aside and metal hitting the floor, followed swiftly thereafter by glass breaking and plastic getting crushed. The horrified gasps of a few scientists fill in the ensuing silence. ]
Kyrie...she's in danger, I have to...
[ The yelling voice seems to have slowed and quieted to a low growl. The thudding of boots marks heavy, erratic pacing; the crunch of plastic indicates the violence isn't quite over.
It's here the video turns on; a big blue snout blocks the view, before the head pans out to reveal a Bagon, looking upset. The small creature turns the 'gear around, capturing the scene:
Elm's lab is trashed.
Papers litter the floor, broken glass and torn plastic casings strewn in the wake of whole workstations being knocked down. Chairs are on their sides, tables half-emptied of their contents, shattered vials releasing fluids onto the linoleum. A group of scientists—strangely, none of them hurt—are watching with wide, frightened eyes as a young man paces. 'Young man' is perhaps generous: half-man, half-snarl, flashing teeth that feel as though they should be pointed. He can't seem to contain himself, his eyes stare ahead emptily, focused on something that isn't there; every other movement he's whirling, stopping, starting again, hands raised, hands down, flexing and touching his right hand over and over. There's blood on that fist; it's easy to connect the dots to the hole in one of the computer monitors. Finally, after about a minute, he spins deftly on his heel and grabs Elm by the collar of his labcoat. Tiny flowers of blood bloom on the white fabric. ]
I have to get back!
[ He shakes Elm for good measure, as the poor harried researcher can only hang on and blubber apologies. Nero snarls. ]
Answer me!
[ The Bagon puts down the gear and leans over it worriedly, making a soft keening noise. Come calm his trainer down, please, somebody! Anybody? ]
[[OOC: all characters who signed up and any who didn't are welcome to come crash the party and help Elm get away from the rampaging teenager. Video/audio responses will come chronologically after he calms down. ]]
Stuck? Stuck?! Bullshit!
[ Whoever's speaking, they're clearly angry. There's the sound of paper getting pushed aside and metal hitting the floor, followed swiftly thereafter by glass breaking and plastic getting crushed. The horrified gasps of a few scientists fill in the ensuing silence. ]
Kyrie...she's in danger, I have to...
[ The yelling voice seems to have slowed and quieted to a low growl. The thudding of boots marks heavy, erratic pacing; the crunch of plastic indicates the violence isn't quite over.
It's here the video turns on; a big blue snout blocks the view, before the head pans out to reveal a Bagon, looking upset. The small creature turns the 'gear around, capturing the scene:
Elm's lab is trashed.
Papers litter the floor, broken glass and torn plastic casings strewn in the wake of whole workstations being knocked down. Chairs are on their sides, tables half-emptied of their contents, shattered vials releasing fluids onto the linoleum. A group of scientists—strangely, none of them hurt—are watching with wide, frightened eyes as a young man paces. 'Young man' is perhaps generous: half-man, half-snarl, flashing teeth that feel as though they should be pointed. He can't seem to contain himself, his eyes stare ahead emptily, focused on something that isn't there; every other movement he's whirling, stopping, starting again, hands raised, hands down, flexing and touching his right hand over and over. There's blood on that fist; it's easy to connect the dots to the hole in one of the computer monitors. Finally, after about a minute, he spins deftly on his heel and grabs Elm by the collar of his labcoat. Tiny flowers of blood bloom on the white fabric. ]
I have to get back!
[ He shakes Elm for good measure, as the poor harried researcher can only hang on and blubber apologies. Nero snarls. ]
Answer me!
[ The Bagon puts down the gear and leans over it worriedly, making a soft keening noise. Come calm his trainer down, please, somebody! Anybody? ]
[[OOC: all characters who signed up and any who didn't are welcome to come crash the party and help Elm get away from the rampaging teenager. Video/audio responses will come chronologically after he calms down. ]]
[Video]
You've gotta be shitting me...
[ Wall-punching is go--oh wait Nero that's the injured hand....ouch. ]
[Video]
However, even that is not a guarantee. They can bring people back, aru. I have seen it happen before.
...Injured your hand while you were destroying the lab?
[Video]
[ A harsh exhale through the nose. ] I punched through a computer screen.
[ Which would have been fine, had his right hand still been covered in leathery demonic armor. ]
[Video]
Yes, for whatever reason, this place doesn't want us running around with our weapons or special abilities.
[Video]
The hell do you know?
[ Yes, he's a bit defensive. The demon arm thing is touchy. He flexes his bandaged hand a bit, pressing the pad of his thumb into the palm gently as he holds it closer to his chest. ]
[Video]
[Video]
Are you a demon?
[Video]
Now there's something I have not heard in so long, aru. No, I am not a demon, though when I was a child, many people thought I was.
I am the personification of a country known as China.
[Video]
Yeah, haha, funny. Get lost.
[Video]
As for my childhood, there were no cameras back then so I have no photos of myself from that time, aru. I do, however, have a few artists' drawings.
[Video]
[Video]
I am not the only one of my kind either. Where I come from, every country has its own human embodiment, aru. Japan, the United States, Zimbawe, and so forth. Some of them are here now, aru.
[Video]
You're actually serious. That's messed up.
[Video]
[Video]
[ Says the boy who fought an animated twenty-story-tall statue. ]
Not saying you're evil or anything, jeez.
[Video]
[Video]
[ Awkward flashbacks to horrible Devil Bringer-related body squick. Woops. NERO CAN RELATE TO THIS SENTIMENT...which is why he's going to veer the subject away. ]
How long you been here?
[Video]
[Which still felt pretty strange.]
[Video]
[Video]
Of course, I've been trying to find a way home, but I haven't found it so far.