Smoker
05 March 2017 @ 12:08 pm
What is justice?

[That's it. That's the whole post. He'll be in his usual places doing his usual rum and working on bikes schtick, because it's so obviously him he didn't even bother trying to hide it.]
 
 
Portgas D. Ace
05 March 2017 @ 06:20 pm
[over a few days there are a series of videos about a girl who looks a little like >]

V1.
[setting: night

girl: sleeping and drooling a little.

Status: has a mustache and eyeglasses drawn on her face

Action: A bristly caterpillar is hanging in the frame suddenly as if suspended by the person behind the camera and then is unceremoniusly dropped in her sleeping bag. Cue screaming]



V2.

[setting: afternoon. Forest hazy with light.

girl: Unseen but distant splashing sounds can be heard. Though there are clothes hanging on a bush

Status: wouldn't you like to know.

Action: the clothes are thrown about on the limbs of various trees

Cue more screaming.]



V3.

[a series of girl being chased back and forth by an increasing number of boars or maybe the same ones that keep getting set after her until she is belligerent and penned in a tree. Camera cuts out before more.]


V4.

[Ace picking his nose, not realizing the camera is on and then realizing, grinning and shoving both pinkies up his nose and waggling his tongue]

I'm Adela. Dorp dorp.


V5. [Ace again, grinning]

I'm about to give her her communicator back. [waves it] If you hear screaming in Fayren don't worry about it. It's all part of the training.



[[ooc: expect replies from both]]
 
 
Adela
Video

[ Some time after Ace's post goes up, a very tired Adela puts up a video feed. She's sweating, breathing hard and sitting next to her dog. Both look shaggy and a little worse for wear, but Adela herself also looks like she's been somehow building muscle and might at least be in better physical shape than before.

She's giving the camera a harsh look then. Although it could be mistaken as flush from the exercise she's just had to do, she's also still pretty embarrassed over Ace's escapades during their survival stint. ]


I will be returning home for a while soon.

... For those who have needed mechanical work done in my absence, I apologize. I will be returning to work within the next few days.

[ The feed cuts from there. ]

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Action, between the forests in Fayren to Sycamore Cycles in Genessia

[ Nehra, what an exhausting ordeal. There were times she thought she was going to die during, but this was just part one. Part two... Apparently that was going to take a while, she'd at least be allowed some recovery. It's not hard to imagine there will be fighting in the dungeons after this, but at least this time she can prepare and carry her own weapon.

She knows she looks a mess, earning ill looks from quite a few around her. She's still mussed, her clothes torn and burnt, her body weary from fighting Ace and hunting just earlier that day, and her dog Ash seems tired as well -- if larger than before. Still, there is a softer journey to take, and before she knows it she's back home again.

It's then that Adela discards the pipe that had once been her sword at the door to the garage, looking around for familiar faces when she finally announces to the people there. ]


I have come home.

[ The store's open for business, so surely someone is there...? ]
 
 
Cassian Ó Loinsigh
05 March 2017 @ 11:02 pm
[It might be worth noting, this video isn't technically Cassian's device. It looks like Tannusen posted it, actually.

It's also pitch fucking black. Great. Good job, asshole. There is some thumping around heard in the background, like someone was setting something down just outside a door, and some disjointed words.

It's all in Gaelic, so we all know who's out there, but he doesn't sound upset. Thoughtful maybe. Anyone with any knowledge of the language will understand through the occasional fully audible word that he's probably reading off a shopping list to himself.

There's a soft thump again, and a faint crinkle, as light suddenly fills the camera.

Along with AN EXPLOSION of crinkling. A VAST CASCADE of crinkling. A waterfall of potato chip bags burst from the opened closet with the force of a broken dam, spilling every flavor from barbecue to dill pickle out onto the carpet.

Aaand after a brief moment of stunned silence...
]


Má ithis, nar chacair!!!

[HERE WE GO.]

Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat!!!

[THAT ONE IS SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. HE KNOWS WHO PUT THIS SHIT IN HERE.]