[It starts off as just voice. Looks like Tannusen switched this on in a bag, and the reason for this bit of sneaky behavior is slowly becoming clear-]

Voice activated lift my skinny white arse, been yellin' at this useless souped up piece of horse shite for five goddamn minutes now-

It isn't funny, Tannusen!

Quit your feckin' gigglin' an' help me!

[No dice, the tiger just keeps trying not to break something with laughter as the annoyed Irishman digs himself deeper into his foul mood.]

ELEVEN.

ELEVEN YE RUSTED PIECE OF AMERICAN DOG SHITE, ELEVEN!

.... ELEVEN!

[Now the camera is out, mostly because the man in question has his back turned, trying to scale up along the sides of the elevator using the hand rails]

AYE THEN, LISTEN TO ME WHAT WHEN I TALK TO YE!

[Cooley, a smooth, female, automated voice answers, ever tranquil.]

Please state your floor slowly and calmly

[This doesn't seem to help his anger management at all.]

CALM? CALM, I'LL SHOW YE CALM! STICK IT UP YER ARSE YE FECKIN' AUTOMATIC COW!

ELEVEN!

ELEVEN!

TAKE US TO ELEVEN GODDAMNIT WHAT BEFORE I BLAST A HOLE IN YOUR TIN SIDIN'! YE THINK I'M JOKIN' WITH YE?!

TANNUSEN, STOP STANDIN' THERE AN' QUIT LAUGHIN'-

[The priest whirls his head around to look at the tiger, catching sight of the communicator]

... TURN THAT BEDAMNED BLASTED THING OFF, YE FECKIN' PILLOCK!

[The cyborg General appears on screen, cloak over his shoulders and looking very professional. As he lifts his head to begin, he's abruptly overcome by a bout of coughing. With a grunt of annoyance, he eventually recovers and starts speaking.]

Citizens of Nova City and beyond.

To those I have not yet met, let me introduce myself. I am General Grievous and I have recently been appointed as one of your Guardian's Deputies. I vow to uphold the safety of the city and its residents, most especially those who live in Nova City where I will be stationed.

Criminals and other trouble-makers will be dealt with swiftly within the boundaries of the laws and all innocents will be protected.

On another and side note, can anyone recommend medical droids or staff that have expertise in both biological and mechanical matters? Do not waste my time with anyone but the most expert in these fields.

I can be contacted through this device at any time.


[ooc: Also open to Action for fellow deputies to meet and greet in Weiss Schnee's Guardian Skyrise in Nova City.]

video;

[listen, minatsuki might have freaked out a little by even being here, but that would all be held within her. she wasn't about to broadcast any of her feeling over the network, she really just needed to talk to some of the people here. everyone else was kidnapped too, right? she could... possibly believe that. she wanted to, but she really didn't know anyone here, and didn't know why she should trust anyone either. though this weiss schnee woman seemed to know her shit, but minatsuki still felt like she couldn't trust some all-knowing hologram.

so, first things first, socializing. she hated doing this but it had to be done. minatsuki had wandered off through town, looking around at all of the buildings and local stores in genessia. she ended up at one of the diners, now sipping on a milkshake as she held the device in her hand. once she was done gulping down some of her strawberry shake, she spoke.]

So. How many people here have actually tried some world domination type bullshit? To me that seems like someone's insecure about their cock size.

[off to a good start.] This place sure is no Deadman Wonderland... not much else I can do here but deal with all this.

[it's better than prison.] Hey, are people actually happy here? We've been kidnapped so I doubt that people are totally satisfied.

action;

[at that same diner, the bright sky diner to be exact, minatsuki had moved her way over to the jukebox. she wanted a different song so pushed a button... only for the record to get stuck halfway through switching.]

Are you fucking- [oh hell naw! minatsuki started to shake the jukebox!! and when it refused to work even after that she began to kick it! she was whispering profanities under her breath the more she kicked- clearly frustrated at something other than the jukebox. she was stranded here and all alone, again, and she needed to take it out on something.

come and stop her from destroying the jukebox? or just wait it out?]