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[ As the TAB's video feed switches on, the only thing in view is one blue eye, as someone gets a closer look at the device before he realizes it's actually already recording. ]
—Whoa, okay, is this thing on now? I think it's on. [ Lance pulls back from the camera and steps back, clearly leaving it balanced on something as he stands back far enough to be beside Keith, both of them clearly in view.]
I'm Lance. Pilot of the blue lion, Paladin of Voltron, master sharpshooter, [ He pauses for a moment to make double fingerguns at the camera. ] and kind of a big deal. [ He elbows Keith, who tenses and glares back at him. Keith obviously isn’t thrilled about being on camera or about being elbowed on camera, but he elbows Lance right back, as subtly as he can (not very). ]
And I’m Keith. Also a Paladin of Voltron. If that means anything to any of you, contact us.
[ Lance elbows him back again, and it's really unsightly how these two are both all sharp angles. It's a wonder no one's getting stabbed. ] Dude, come on, you gotta give a better introduction than that! That's super lame.
Finger guns are super lame! [ ELBOW. ] It was concise.
[ ELBOW. ] Your face is concise!
That doesn’t even make sense! And stop elbowing me! [ ELBOWS. TWICE. Lance tries to get out of the way of Keith's flurry of furious elbows, but only succeeds in knocking down whatever it was his TAB was balanced on, the video remaining on as it tumbles down and settles on a view of their feet. After a moment of not moving, Lance leans down to peer into the camera again.]
—Okay, so uh, we're gonna go, but first, um… no one's happened to see any giant robot cats around, have you?
—Whoa, okay, is this thing on now? I think it's on. [ Lance pulls back from the camera and steps back, clearly leaving it balanced on something as he stands back far enough to be beside Keith, both of them clearly in view.]
I'm Lance. Pilot of the blue lion, Paladin of Voltron, master sharpshooter, [ He pauses for a moment to make double fingerguns at the camera. ] and kind of a big deal. [ He elbows Keith, who tenses and glares back at him. Keith obviously isn’t thrilled about being on camera or about being elbowed on camera, but he elbows Lance right back, as subtly as he can (not very). ]
And I’m Keith. Also a Paladin of Voltron. If that means anything to any of you, contact us.
[ Lance elbows him back again, and it's really unsightly how these two are both all sharp angles. It's a wonder no one's getting stabbed. ] Dude, come on, you gotta give a better introduction than that! That's super lame.
Finger guns are super lame! [ ELBOW. ] It was concise.
[ ELBOW. ] Your face is concise!
That doesn’t even make sense! And stop elbowing me! [ ELBOWS. TWICE. Lance tries to get out of the way of Keith's flurry of furious elbows, but only succeeds in knocking down whatever it was his TAB was balanced on, the video remaining on as it tumbles down and settles on a view of their feet. After a moment of not moving, Lance leans down to peer into the camera again.]
—Okay, so uh, we're gonna go, but first, um… no one's happened to see any giant robot cats around, have you?
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Great work.
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Ignore your buddy, just give it your all!
Aaaaand, go!
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This is pointless. I don't even know who you are!
[ That's the entire purpose of introductions, Keith. ]
Wait. You know our team?
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[He clears his throat.]
Wondering who I am? Then clear out your ears, because I'm about to tell you! I'm the Master Blacksmith who reached master class in his trade at the tender age of twenty four! The man who personally outfit the royal guard with nothing but the finest weapons and armor, crafted to an immaculate perfection with his own two incredibly powerful arms! His legendary craftsmanship is only comparable to his stunning good looks, his dreams piercing the same blue skies that match the color of his hair! Who is this amazing, nay, legendary worker of the forge, who makes metal and ore bow to his whim? Who is this man who shapes and molds simple materials into tools for men to forge their own destiny?! T'is I! Darin Altway, humble Master Blacksmith from the port town of Kenmore!
[He strikes an epic pose.]
And yeah, I know your team.
[Wow, that was anti-climactic]
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How long did you have to rehearse that?
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That was off the top of my head. If I had time to rehearse I'd have gotten special effects involved.
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Holy crap you're like a tiny Shiro. All grumpy and humorless.
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Especially when I annoy him.
You're doing a good impression of him right now.
It's just that the stupid part of your hair is in the back.
Oh man don't tell me your primary method of humor is puns. I would laugh so hard if it was.
...Not at the puns though. At the very idea that you're just a tiny Shiro.
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I've never made a pun in my life.
[ He's not sure exactly how to argue with the rest of it, though, when being compared to Shiro in any capacity still feels like a compliment. ]