1st Bolt ⚡ Video

[argo]

[It only takes a few seconds for this man to figure out the video after opening up the compact. But, because this man seems to be almost seven feet tall, the first thing that anyone watching the feed would see is a big, broad chest.

After realizing where the video camera lies on it, the man attempts to hunch his back down toward the compact, but it's no use - the only thing the video catches is his chin. Finally, the man gives out an angry grunt, and he slips off the bed onto the floor with a bit of a thud - not that he seemed to be phased at all or anything.]

Whoever brought me here, I'd like to have a word with you. What you're doing is suicide. My country's government won't stand for the kidnapping of a Gundam Fighter, regardless of whether the Gundam Fight is over. Not only will you have all of Neo-Russia's forces hunting you down, but you have me to deal with.

[He then gives off another angry growl.] If you have a tranquilizer powerful enough to knock me out, you must have some pretty heavy stuff. But I am sure you're well aware of my days as a space pirate. I was a rather formidable opponent back then... but, after competing in a tournament of some of the world's best Gundam Fighters, you should see me now. I will not let you get the jump on me again, and I will not let you stand in my way! I'll take you all on even without my Gundam! Consider yourselves warned!

[With a click, the feed disappears.]



(( ooc: Action opportunity for Sora Naegino and Domon Kasshu! :3 Come meet your new roomie. ))

sieben [video]

[awesomemich]

[well, the Phoenix's wisdom has affected him. He had become rather philosophical in his thoughts as he spoke to the many people on the island. And he's come to a conclusion that is shocking to him.

He flips on the communicator and sets it on the shelf of his desk. His room is a bit cleaner than last time. The beer bottle pile is only half as tall and his bed is actually made.]

So, I've graced many people of this island with my awesome presence over this communicator network. First, if you don't know me, I'm the Awesome Prussia, second, if I don't know you, introduce yourself!

Now, for the important bit. I'm starting to wonder if we're not all from other universes. A guy that I drank beers with over the communicators indicated his universe has a name. And then there's the girl talking pony who seems to be from a world of ponies. And then there's all the people from the future.

Would it be possible that even people I know could be from different worlds? What if Frankreich, Amerika, and Spanien are from an alternate future. Then those unawesome things that Frankreich alluded to might not occur. What if, even though Britannien and I remember the same things, we were from different worlds. Our worlds may be destined for other things.

[he paused, it was a thought he did not like thinking about]

Would the fact that I know of electricity, plumbing, and the refrigerator cause a change in where I am from? Things that affect someone like me have far reaching effects.

[he blinks makes a beer appear and then shakes his head]

In all seriousness, did that make sense to anyone? [he opens the beer and waits for responses, he's not even sure why he decided to think about that.]

day sixty-one: wednesday, september 21

[majorarc]

[ Another quiet, chilly day, today for you folks ]

first spark: video/action

[sparksfire]

[ Katniss was surprised to find herself in this world; it wasn't the arena she was just in, getting ready to help Beetee with his plan. She was just getting ready to separate from Peeta, and from what she could tell, this was definitely not the arena. At this current point, she had the communicator with her, and it was open as she tried to figure it out. Katniss is outside, looking around and running through the districts, calling out for Peeta, Finnick, anyone.

The video clicks on, but not of her own volition. Katniss doesn't really trust lines of communication, especially if she is just in a different part of the arena...]

Peeta? Finnick? Anyone? Where are you guys, this can't be part of the arena...is it?

[ More running before she realizes she's back at her house...]

Where--[ She notices the compact being open and closes it, not really realizing that it was videoing her.

If you action tag, she'll be wandering around, looking for anyone she recognizes...don't be alarmed if she gets defensive, she may think you are a mutt from the capitol in the games...]

First Swipe: Action

[maneless]

[Anyone wandering around the shops is likely to notice a short boy with violet eyes and red hair walking around under something of a proverbial doom cloud. His rage is something nearly physical, and shyer, more skittish people would be forgiven for avoiding him. He seems to be looking for a specific kind of store, or perhaps a specific kind of item. He's certainly not here on a pleasure jaunt.]

[Except he is not actually a he, "he" is Alanna of Trebond, currently wearing something she considers only fit to cover a mattress. She's looking for somewhere that sells bandages as a temporary measure to deal with her chest. It's not like she trusts the tailors...]

Can't believe this-- [That growl is immensely displeased. She will stop and talk to people, but don't be surprised if she's a lot less than happy to deal with you.]