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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. ]]
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/finally gets to tagging FFFF
Well, more like carry him over his back like a sack of potatoes, since Kotetsu hasn't let go.]
Are you done yet?
haha, wait, who's the slowpoke here? pfffftt
Nero has now found himself over the other man's shoulder like an unruly child. This...isn't going to go down well. A nasty snarl erupts from his through. ]
Put me the hell down!
SLOWPOKING IS FUNNNN 8D;;;;
Not until you've calmed down. Using your already injured fist around is only going to make it hurt worse when I bandage it up.
o/\o
Why would you bother--put me down.
i like how i meant to say 'waving' instead of 'using' in that last one FFFF
Because you're just angry and worried about what you just left behind; you weren't scaring those lab people for no reason at all. [Giving a half smile, he stands and waits.]
So. Have you calmed down?
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[ Yeah, Nero doesn't really do happy fun sharing time, sorry tigerpapa. He doesn't elbow Kotetsu outright, be he does shove at the other man's head in an effort to extricate himself. It's clear his aggression has subsided, however; even if he may not show it, Kotetsu's words did hit home in some way. ]
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[With the shoving at the side of his head, Kotetsu finally leans down to plant Nero on his feet again and dust his hands. Giving a smile despite a nice bruise forming, he's turning to head towards the lab.] I'll get a first aid kit, you wait right there.
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...He waits, apparently. ]
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It hits him all at once, now that the adrenaline is gone; the blossoming bruises he's collected, the cuts, the stiff soreness, the fact that none of it has healed yet. He hasn't just lost his Devil Bringer, he realizes, grim. He's lost everything that made him a good demon slayer. It's a powerful worry, but his turmoil is absent from his face. ]
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I can fill you in on what's going on with this place.
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[ It's a bit of a morose answer, but it's about all Kotetsu's gonna get, and honest besides. He's grateful that the older man let him blow off steam, though. It's like Dante without the mocking, and in the absence of that edge to respond to, Nero's left scowling at the air. At Kotetsu's question, he cocks an eyebrow and nods, listening. He was expecting the other guy to insist on cleaning the lab, but...truth be told, Nero'll probably to that on his own later. ]
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To start, we've all been brought here through unknown means, and no one has been able to figure out why yet. The most I know is that we're on a different world, and the whole "take this Pokemon and train it". I haven't heard of too much trouble outside of general life and how to get around.
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[ He just watches Kotetsu work, and when the bandage is cut he gingerly flexes his hand, then drops it. His eyes are eventually drawn to the door of the lab, where a little blue head is poking out, as if wondering if it's safe to come out yet. When Nero fails to yell at him, the little Bagon stumbles down the step, and wanders over. Nero's look is hard, but he's lost the energy and motivation to be truly angry. ]
And we're supposed to train these guys? [ He looks...highly dubious. Small lizard is small. ]
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They're really quick learners and pretty intelligent, for being the general wild animals here.