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inconsequence[Ordinarily text is their preferred method of communication. It is simple, to the point, and allows them ample time to compose their response with as many polysyllabic words as possible, as if that might compensate for their apparent youth. But there is little to no time for that, now. So the transmission, when it occurs, is audio only.
The tone of the speaker is that of a child's - albeit a cold, brisk, and businesslike one.]
Some time ago, it seems that a significant portion of the Moira's crew, when it existed, was abducted by a group of interdimensional slavers. They were held against their will. Exploited for the purposes of others.
[A hiss of a match being struck, and the crackle of something being set alight, and the voice continues:]
There were children among them.
[A moment. A halting intake of breath, the fluid cadence of their speech disrupted. Muzzling the impulse that swells in their chest, the boiling ember of rage that eats at what passes for a SOUL, for one such as them. Expression flat, words dull. Control. Control. Always, control.
Speak as though nothing is wrong.]
I am transmitting the Ingress signature one may use to access this world. Those that possess a conscience, or those that simply wish to have something to fight - [The last word twists into something else, a live snake coiling into a promise.] - I would encourage you to take action.
private to METTATON:
The way is open. Try not to get killed.
[Attached is the Ingress signature. They've already wasted more words than he's worth, honestly, but if something should happen to him, both Frisk and Asriel will very likely have something to say about it.]
private to ASRIEL and FRISK:
I will be away on a mission of sorts for a few days. Do not worry about me, and please, do not follow. I am well equipped for the task.
[[ooc: head on down to the mingle log if u want to do a slaver ass-kicking]]
The tone of the speaker is that of a child's - albeit a cold, brisk, and businesslike one.]
Some time ago, it seems that a significant portion of the Moira's crew, when it existed, was abducted by a group of interdimensional slavers. They were held against their will. Exploited for the purposes of others.
[A hiss of a match being struck, and the crackle of something being set alight, and the voice continues:]
There were children among them.
[A moment. A halting intake of breath, the fluid cadence of their speech disrupted. Muzzling the impulse that swells in their chest, the boiling ember of rage that eats at what passes for a SOUL, for one such as them. Expression flat, words dull. Control. Control. Always, control.
Speak as though nothing is wrong.]
I am transmitting the Ingress signature one may use to access this world. Those that possess a conscience, or those that simply wish to have something to fight - [The last word twists into something else, a live snake coiling into a promise.] - I would encourage you to take action.
private to METTATON:
The way is open. Try not to get killed.
[Attached is the Ingress signature. They've already wasted more words than he's worth, honestly, but if something should happen to him, both Frisk and Asriel will very likely have something to say about it.]
private to ASRIEL and FRISK:
I will be away on a mission of sorts for a few days. Do not worry about me, and please, do not follow. I am well equipped for the task.
[[ooc: head on down to the mingle log if u want to do a slaver ass-kicking]]
sleepdarts( The device is carefully placed before the video starts, letting it show only the piece of paper in question. It's not quite the wanted signs of the past but it'll do the job.
The video only stays on for five seconds before it switches off. It's done its job )
ستة وسبعون
The video only stays on for five seconds before it switches off. It's done its job )
Video - Audio
Mar. 2nd, 2017 01:43 pmprorenataa[ Good afternoon fellow Ex-Moirans, enjoy a dizzying spin of the device before it settles to show a wide expanse of apple orchard. Occasionally, darting into the frame, is the form of a certain well known bahari, only he seems ... different.
Bigger, much bigger, probably standing almost four feet at the shoulder, his scales are now smoother and more colorful, with bioluminescent lines along his sides that are currently lit up with what appears to be a joyful color. His mane is also smoother, more mature and at one point, as he darts past, he gives what sounds like a little hiccup and a small burst of fire comes from his mouth.
The fire seems to surprise him, someone is still getting used to having grown up.
However, that is not the purpose of today's network contact.
From off to the side, comes Adrien's voice. If it sounds like he's picking apples it's because ... he's picking apples. ]
Quick question to the company assembled. Does anyone have any experience with very old Earth based computer technology? Specifically, floppy disks.
Bigger, much bigger, probably standing almost four feet at the shoulder, his scales are now smoother and more colorful, with bioluminescent lines along his sides that are currently lit up with what appears to be a joyful color. His mane is also smoother, more mature and at one point, as he darts past, he gives what sounds like a little hiccup and a small burst of fire comes from his mouth.
The fire seems to surprise him, someone is still getting used to having grown up.
However, that is not the purpose of today's network contact.
From off to the side, comes Adrien's voice. If it sounds like he's picking apples it's because ... he's picking apples. ]
Quick question to the company assembled. Does anyone have any experience with very old Earth based computer technology? Specifically, floppy disks.
01 | video/text
Feb. 10th, 2017 10:53 pmlavelly[It's set to video, but the feed is dark, and there's some kind of ambient noise. After a few moments it becomes clear that Lavellan is unknowingly covering the camera with his hand. He's talking, too, but his voice is muffled.]
Hello. Hello? Is this--is it working? I can't tell--
[Then there's actual video: it's a fuzzy closeup of Lavellan's eye, and then his ear.]
Can... anyone hear me? Am I doing this correctly?
[There's more muffled noise, like someone manhandling a microphone; the feed jostles and then goes dark again. There's what sounds like muted cursing in a foreign language (elvish, for those who recognize it) before the video ends entirely. Trying to use advanced technology is rough when you're from medieval fantasy land :(
The video is accompanied by text that looks like someone poked uncertainly at the letters of an unfamiliar keyboard with one hand. Because they did.]
hello.isanyonethere///
Hello. Hello? Is this--is it working? I can't tell--
[Then there's actual video: it's a fuzzy closeup of Lavellan's eye, and then his ear.]
Can... anyone hear me? Am I doing this correctly?
[There's more muffled noise, like someone manhandling a microphone; the feed jostles and then goes dark again. There's what sounds like muted cursing in a foreign language (elvish, for those who recognize it) before the video ends entirely. Trying to use advanced technology is rough when you're from medieval fantasy land :(
The video is accompanied by text that looks like someone poked uncertainly at the letters of an unfamiliar keyboard with one hand. Because they did.]
hello.isanyonethere///