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[Video]
[There is no video when the feed jumps on; rather than that there's a short muffled argument.]
So, is it working yet?
No. Are you a kid? You are too old to ask the same question over and over.
Well, you are taking forever. I thought you said this thing works like a communication lacrima.
'Like' doesn't make it 'same as'. And I'll take less of forever, if you stop breathing down my neck already.
[There's a quiet huff, a shuffling sound and a moment later the video feed activates properly, revealing Rogue sitting on the ground as he sets up the angle and Sting rocking on his heels just a pace or two behind him, glancing into the camera with a faint frown. They both very much look like they've just gotten out of a fight – there's scratches and scrapes and faint tears in their cloths all over them – but all in all neither of them seems actually injured.
A second later, Sting already leans forward to address... well, whoever is willing to listen.]
So, we got the gist of this whole alternate-dimension-mumbo-jumbo from that ever helpful welcoming pamphlet, but humor us anyway. Has anyone here ever heard of Earthland? Or that whatchamacallit-dimension? Edolas?
[That's be something to start with at least. He reaches up to comb his hand through his hair.]
Anyway, whoever's got the controls of this really got their inconvenient timing down. We have this mess we promised to take care of. Any chance we'll get to return to that any time soon?
[Rogue meanwhile frowns thoughtfully at that, noting more quietly – more to himself and Sting than to the general audience.]
Actually, that mess might have followed us.
[Sting blinks as he turns to his partner – for that moment they've both definitely forgotten that they are on live-feed.]
You think?
[Rogue shrugs faintly.]
We are both here, aren't we? If this is the kind of thing that targets areas...
[And they have been spending most of that battle fighting close quarters.]
...Point taken. [Sting turns back to the camera.] If anyone comes across a human-hating jerk that talks in third person and calls himself Marde Guille... uh.
[They share a glance – this sentence may or may not have been suffering from a lack of being thought out to the end and for a second neither of them is actually sure what kind of advice to give on this.It's not like there's a rulebook for how to deal with possibly century old demon bastards, okay?]
Don't engage unless you know you can keep pace with two Dragon Slayers at the same time.
[There is another small moment of pause, just the barest glance passing between them – an unanimous decision made without any need to say a single word.]
Actually, even if you can, we'd prefer if you'd left that guy to us.
We have a score to settle.
[And a guild mate to escort home, but well... that will have to wait.]
[Video]
[There is no video when the feed jumps on; rather than that there's a short muffled argument.]
So, is it working yet?
No. Are you a kid? You are too old to ask the same question over and over.
Well, you are taking forever. I thought you said this thing works like a communication lacrima.
'Like' doesn't make it 'same as'. And I'll take less of forever, if you stop breathing down my neck already.
[There's a quiet huff, a shuffling sound and a moment later the video feed activates properly, revealing Rogue sitting on the ground as he sets up the angle and Sting rocking on his heels just a pace or two behind him, glancing into the camera with a faint frown. They both very much look like they've just gotten out of a fight – there's scratches and scrapes and faint tears in their cloths all over them – but all in all neither of them seems actually injured.
A second later, Sting already leans forward to address... well, whoever is willing to listen.]
So, we got the gist of this whole alternate-dimension-mumbo-jumbo from that ever helpful welcoming pamphlet, but humor us anyway. Has anyone here ever heard of Earthland? Or that whatchamacallit-dimension? Edolas?
[That's be something to start with at least. He reaches up to comb his hand through his hair.]
Anyway, whoever's got the controls of this really got their inconvenient timing down. We have this mess we promised to take care of. Any chance we'll get to return to that any time soon?
[Rogue meanwhile frowns thoughtfully at that, noting more quietly – more to himself and Sting than to the general audience.]
Actually, that mess might have followed us.
[Sting blinks as he turns to his partner – for that moment they've both definitely forgotten that they are on live-feed.]
You think?
[Rogue shrugs faintly.]
We are both here, aren't we? If this is the kind of thing that targets areas...
[And they have been spending most of that battle fighting close quarters.]
...Point taken. [Sting turns back to the camera.] If anyone comes across a human-hating jerk that talks in third person and calls himself Marde Guille... uh.
[They share a glance – this sentence may or may not have been suffering from a lack of being thought out to the end and for a second neither of them is actually sure what kind of advice to give on this.
Don't engage unless you know you can keep pace with two Dragon Slayers at the same time.
[There is another small moment of pause, just the barest glance passing between them – an unanimous decision made without any need to say a single word.]
Actually, even if you can, we'd prefer if you'd left that guy to us.
We have a score to settle.
[And a guild mate to escort home, but well... that will have to wait.]
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