ｖｉｄｅｏ ｜ ｆｉｖｅ

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[ The audio flicks on, briefly, but then turns off when the communicator CRASHES to the floor!!

And then the video button is hit and Tsuna can be seen sprawled out on the floor of his apartment, huffing out a frustrated sigh. He just wanted to go into the kitchen for cookies, and his feet just had to trip him!! Gosh, his life.

Anyway.

Here is a Tsuna, looking exasperated as he picks himself up as well as the communicator, rubbing the back of his neck. ]

Ah- Sorry about that!

[ He laughs, trying not to seem too awkward. ]

Um, I guess I should say hello to the new arrivals first..! My name is Tsuna. I'm a Meister. My partner Gokudera and I work for the Watch, so, um- I-I guess there's that. [ Awkward. So very, very awkward. ] I haven't been here too long, but I'll try to answer any questions if you still have them-!

[ He knows he had a point to this, really! Oh, right-

Tsuna smiles again before he flicks the video off to create a filter. ]

( Filter | Gokudera )

( Filter | Enma )

[video]

[dai-mon-dai.livejournal.com]

[Masaru can be seen packing away a few things in a box before finally giving the com his full attention. He looks... well not like himself. Quieter and a little sullen]

Armstrong and me are getting a place finally. He's gonna be kinda busy for awhile, so if ya need anything from him that's not with the Watch, tell me instead, kay?

Er... my sister, Chika Daimon, is here now. Don't mess with her, alright?

[Filter: Chika]

You can come live with us, if you want to.

video

[kill-some-time.livejournal.com]

[The video turns on and it is sheer luck and lots of black fur that save you from an accidental crotch-shot as Hades turns the communicator a few times around, trying to figure it out and softly murmuring phrases in ancient Greek under his breath that are interrupted with occasional pauses at odd times.]

BOOM

[Well, that wasn’t what he had been trying for. He tries again, causing some more interesting effects and only barely missing the S.O.S. button (for now). It is only when he gets tired of it that he finally turns his attention to the camera and the people possibly behind it. Addressing mortals directly still seemed strange, but there is something he figured he should inquire about.]


Is it normal for a weapon to be in pain?


((ooc: The pain he talks about is actually his body acting up because he has neither slept, eaten, drunk or rested otherwise ever since he arrived. He’s kinda refusing to acknowledge that, though. He’s also still wearing nothing but his fancy necklace (a few bone fragments on an old string) and standing in the entry hall of Creeping Crypts since what’s having a fixed place of your own? :| ))

[video-somewhat accidental] shopping.

[unrequitedtruth.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly the feed is on and Shirley is standing there holding the device while looking through clothing. It doesn't look as though she had meant to turn on the device at all. She picks out a shirt and bites her lip softly.]

What do weapons even wear? Geez, seems a lot of new people have arrived and I still feel new myself, what to do....the pink or the blue?...

[She grumbles slightly as she continues to try and choose between sets of shirts.]

I need to make sure to buy some nice clothing for working in the office...hm, maybe the black?

[She lets out a long sigh before looking down a bit]

This is all rather silly isn't it.....?

004 | Takasugi | Voice | November 9, late in the afternoon

[alastinglight.livejournal.com]

[There's a bit of a pause before Takasugi's voice comes on. It's tired, low and maybe a little hoarse.]

Sorry I couldn't make it for patrol, Okita-san.

I'll be fine soon.

[Click.

Yes, that was supposed to be filtered.]

[Video; backdated to November 7]

[pastrykind.livejournal.com]

[The feed turns on to show a gentleman with a distinctive nose on the screen, smoking a pipe and fiddling with the communicator. The view zooms back a little, and in the background a woman wearing a scarf can be seen.]

Ah. There we go.

[The man nods, satisfied, and begins to address the communicator.]

Hello. As is the case for many today, Ms. Lalonde and I are new to this city. We've just come from the tour, and so far we're willing to cooperate as necessary to return to where we've come from.

I must ask one thing, however. I was told that my son was here—John Egbert. Does anybody know John, or where I might find him? He's thirteen years old, a bit over five feet tall and still growing, with square glasses and some handsome blue eyes.

[He chuckles, and Mom does too as she steps forward until she's in the foreground. She smiles.]

On that note, I am also searching for my child. Her name is Rose. You might know her through her charming wit and sarcasm. It becomes endearing eventually, I assure you.

[There's a hint of her own sarcasm in that last statement.]

It's important that we return. So if you please, we would be very grateful.

(Brown is Dad, pink is Mom.)