[Video/Action | OPEN] you know I give my love a f-f-four letter na-na-name

[black_black_heart]

xxxxx[VIDEO]

[ The camera is shaky, held in an unsteady hand. It catches the entrance of the Cirque du Vrai, briefly, then there's Tannusen. He's... against a wall? The camera's too close to see that he's sitting on the ground, but the angle suggests it. Skull mask pulled free of his head... glazed-eyed and trying to catch his breath. Blood on his lips, dotting down the side of his throat to the black robes that had been a costume. ]

Cass...

[ Couldn't be more obvious of an accidental public broadcast. He's trying to send this in private, but he can't see his fucking screen-- ]

I'm not... safe...

[ Labored breathing only picks up, like something's trying to throw him into a panic. Ramping up his heart-rate, whether he likes it or not. He definitely does not, right now. ]

Jethro... can... Enchant you... get...

[ Get him out here to the tiger faster, and help get Tannusen back to safety. ]

Haaa...

[ Nope, not doing great. His head lolls against the wall behind it, rolling on a neck that's slowly starting to not hold it up. He's visibly fighting to stay conscious, glazed eyes barely open. Then the feed clicks off. ]

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xxxxx[ACTION]

Tannusen's sitting back against a wall somewhere near the entrance to the Cirque du Vrai, not doing well, as the video above suggests. He's hung up the phone, maybe on purpose and maybe not. Shallow, quick breathing, dilated pupils, fighting to stay somewhere in the middle of the unconsciousness that drags temptingly at him from one side, and the panic attack that's trying to set in from the other.

(( OOC: Cassian Lynch is going to show up to help him, so he's not going to willingly go anywhere, and he may react... poorly, to anyone else. This prompt's just here in case anyone wants that CR flavor! ))

Comments

[feckinboomstick]

That was a thing, but Cassian never bothered to speak up about it. He'd heard at least a little bit about Issac so...

He had an idea who he was looking at, and thought it was better, given Tannusen's current state, to not bring it up.

And he was concerned, thank you for speaking up. Sure Tannusen was alive, but that didn't mean he didn't take a slug. The priest still stared at the video intently, as if somehow he'd be able to go the hell back in time and yank guns away from people like a panicked mother.

No, Tannusen was fine, of course, but the quick gust of air was hard to miss as Cassian heaved a relieved sigh.

Don't get shot you stupid asshole.

"Must seem a mite bit borin' here now."

[black_black_heart]

"Never, around you," Tannusen was, at least, climbing out of that pit of despair with the distraction. Yes, even with Isaac on the screen, shoulder-length white hair and all.

Not hard to see where the very first, tinniest, smallest seed of an attraction to Cassian might have started, although the men looked nothing much alike other than the big obvious traits.

"Wanna see a funny one with my sister in the third troupe?"

[feckinboomstick]

"I don't even have any pistols." Okay that was definitely a joke, he couldn't help it. He has the shot gun! But that is Not For Playtime.

"Aye then, let me see it. Could use a laugh right now."

[black_black_heart]

"Mmhmm, but you still smell like gunpowder."

Just a tiny bit, but Tannusen's senses are sharper than a human's.

He swipes to the next video, and this is in a totally different setting. Out in the southwestern desert somewhere, the camera's focused on a beat-up old blue pickup truck and the door to a 5th-wheel RV. Some big, buff knucklehead is siphoning the gas out of the truck, and clearly hasn't noticed he's being filmed.

The door to the RV bursts open and the camera actually zooms in a little on the busted-up face of the woman who emerges in a tanktop and jeans and combat boots, covered from fingertips to elbows in what had to be clay dust. There's several flat, geometric tattoos visible on her scarred-up skin, including a rectangle across one cheek.

As swift as though being shot by a professional, the camera swung over to the fuel-thief. He'd paused, gaping a bit as the woman just stared straight at him. Not a word was said. The camera panned back to the woman -- the tattoos had all moved?! -- and then back to the thief.

...The thief who then picked up the gas can, took the siphoning hose out of the tank, and nervously poured the gas back into the truck. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the cameraman, obviously Tannusen by the sound, started laughing. "Knew you'd get busted."

[feckinboomstick]

"Can't help it if it's my favorite thing." To play with and use, he has a lot of fun with gunpowder.

He settles in to watch the next video, squinting hard at the knucklehead siphoning the gas. Who the hell is that, some random hillbilly? Looks like it. The woman, well she was clearly Tannusen's sister, he'd told him that was who was in it. She looked... vaguely familiar, he couldn't put his finger on what-

Oh and there he went, even politely put all the gas back.

"Aye what a gentleman he is, innit he?" A soft chuckle, poking at the screen a bit.

"Gave it all right back, should have left ye the can too."

[black_black_heart]

"He did. Soon as she reached inside for her coffee pot -- drank right out of it, you know -- he just took right off."

And sure enough, there's the woman reaching into the RV behind her... without dropping her stare from the would-be thief. Aaaaand off he goes! The camera shows Tannusen's sister just grunting into her coffee once, shooting the camera a look -- and a roll of her dark blue eyes -- and then going back inside.

Can't let the clay dry out, after all.

"Always has a certain charm to her," Tannusen chuckled in the present time as the video ended. "And by charm I mean even our werewolves didn't want to get on her bad side."