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[The comm clicks on--HOLY HELL extreme close-up of some young guy in shades with the most ridiculous smile on his face. His voice is loud and gruff as he waves enthusiastically] DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!

...[He pauses, face falling slightly as he turns away a moment] Wow, that really doesn't sound as hardcore without the music.

[Aaaaand back to the camera] Anyway! So that little cat guy said I was stuck here and stuff, but it's all good, man. Check this out! [He tilts the camera slightly to reveal the Hebby Repp perched casually on his shoulder.] This little dude just came outta nowhere, I think he likes me! I dunno what exactly he is though...some kinda...snake...lizard...thing...but that just makes him even more hardcore, man! High five, little dude!

[He holds his palm up to the Dream Eater, but it just blinks at him, not exactly having arms with which to return a high five, then hops off his shoulder.] Uh...anyway, I guess I'll need a name for him. I've always wanted to pick out a totally radical name for a pet! [He fiddles with the camera a second to point it back at the spirit as it waddles around idly at his feet.] Now let me think...how about...Death Rex! No, no....Razorback! No wait, that's a kind of pig. Hmm....there's gotta be something for a gnarly...technicolor...reptile...thing...

I've got it! Your name is...Kodachrome!

[Suddenly there is a FWOOMPH sound; if the brief burst of orange and 90s Kid's yelp of shock before the camera flails out of control are any indication, the Hebby Repp now named Kodachrome has just set the boy's shoe on fire.]
unrecovered: (Default)
[The video flickers on to show both Wash and North in what looks like one of the hotel rooms. It’s far enough away that it’s obvious they’ve set it up on a flat surface somewhere. Wash is still wearing his helmet; old habits die very hard.]

Hey. Does anyone know anything about these Dream Eater things? We know they can fight and that you can make them from little rainbow pieces; aside from that, I’ve got nothing.

[There’s a squeak from offscreen, and Wash looks over-] Hey, get over here. [-and leans out of the frame.]

[North, meanwhile, has his helmet off, because all things considered, this area’s probably safe and he can let his guard down a bit. ]

Also, do they all carry loose change or something? It’s an odd way of making money.

[He glances over at Wash.]

Everything alright, Wash?

Yeah, fine, just- c’mere!

[There’s more squeaking offscreen, and finally Wash leans back into the frame, pulling his bat into his lap. The bat squeaks piteously, and it’s pretty obvious that one wing is bandaged.]

Is there a vet around here, or someone who knows how to take care of this? [He gestures at the bandage.] I can do this much, but that’s about it.

[Responses will come from both Wash ([personal profile] unrecovered) and North ([personal profile] brodakota).]

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