1st Launch || [video]
May. 9th, 2010 10:32 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[The figure in the image stares hard into the camera, flicking at the buttons with incautious curiosity until the view clears to her liking. The tanned and impressive woman is stunning in a handsome, strong way rather than a fragile beauty. She has perfected the art of many feline predators, looking both relaxed and ready to deal serious damage at the slightest need to do so. The woman flicks a wryly amused smile at the screen. When she speaks, it is with a dark and husky voice, full of a rich Australian Gran Pulsian accent.]
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So, here are th' options: Ya either bring Vanille here ta me, an' we both help ya best we can; or you send me home, an' I go back to my well-earned nap. I don't really care which it is, just that it happens soon. [She taps the metal pole on the ground insistently.]
Ya see, until I get what I want I'm gonna start breaking things, an' people, an' whatever else gets in my way. [She whirls, destroying a nearby stall selling Death City tourist items with the briefest flick of her makeshift staff. Post-cards and various souvenirs go flying and the startled owner of the booth runs off with a cry of fear. The woman stares into the device's mirror, gaze hauntingly dangerous. The smiles she gives is still friendly, but it contrasts fearfully with her eyes and brutally sarcastic tone.]
Oerba Yun Fang. That's who's gonna keep knockin' things down until she gets Oerba Dia Vanille. Got that, Shibusen?
[The feed ends with a resounding crash as Fang turns to reduce the already damaged booth to flying splinters.]
( cut for tl;dr )
So, here are th' options: Ya either bring Vanille here ta me, an' we both help ya best we can; or you send me home, an' I go back to my well-earned nap. I don't really care which it is, just that it happens soon. [She taps the metal pole on the ground insistently.]
Ya see, until I get what I want I'm gonna start breaking things, an' people, an' whatever else gets in my way. [She whirls, destroying a nearby stall selling Death City tourist items with the briefest flick of her makeshift staff. Post-cards and various souvenirs go flying and the startled owner of the booth runs off with a cry of fear. The woman stares into the device's mirror, gaze hauntingly dangerous. The smiles she gives is still friendly, but it contrasts fearfully with her eyes and brutally sarcastic tone.]
Oerba Yun Fang. That's who's gonna keep knockin' things down until she gets Oerba Dia Vanille. Got that, Shibusen?
[The feed ends with a resounding crash as Fang turns to reduce the already damaged booth to flying splinters.]