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totalfox.livejournal.com[ The device turns on to show a rather dashing boy with freshly washed red hair, looking rather calm despite a few light bruises on his face and bandages showing on his arms. He’s sitting on the couch in what appears to be one of the Creeping Crypt apartments, a cup of iced green tea in hand. ]
I suppose I should apologize for the delayed introduction, though it seems things have calmed down enough that it may have been for the best.
My name is Minamino Shouchi, and I come from the country of Japan in a world that has similar technology to this one- Though it seems my own world’s time is about fourteen years earlier.
[And it’s then that a curious, red-eyed face peeks ‘Shouchi’s’ shoulder, leaning his forearms on the back of the couch.]
Behind, as usual. And Urameshi never shuts up about being on the ‘cutting edge.’
[ Kurama glances in the direction of his littledwarf companion, smiling quietly. ]
Perhaps you would like to introduce yourself?
[ no, he wouldn’t like to, but, with a grudging little grumble he, eventually, does with a short grunt:] Hiei. [ he chooses to duck out of frame, then, reappearing seconds later as he appears on the couch with his own cup of tea. ]
… I apologize, Hiei is not very... sociable. [ To put it mildly. How did he reach the cabinet for a glass? Hopefully he didn’t wear shoes to climb onto the counter... ] Regardless, I imagine we will both be willing to help in this war effort in any way possible. We have extensive fighting experience, though my own strengths lie in strategizing.
[ that seems to pique the smaller demon’s attention, that spikey head of black hair poking his way into frame again with a sharp look in his eye. ] If I’m helping with any effort, I need my damn sword back. [a huff. ] Bare handed is inefficient. So, that will need to be fixed.
[ That may be a flash of mild exasperation in Kurama’s expression, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. ] I’m sure they’ll find some way to arm their fighters appropriately until we can find appropriate... partners, I believe they’re called.
[ corrections from the peanut gallery off camera: ] Weapons. That’s how it was explained to me before hand.
[ TALKING OVER HIEI. ] And perhaps they’ll be able to locate one that does not break with the frequency your weapons in our own world seem to. Now, I was--
[ the picture jumps, as if the communicator is stolen, a flurry of black and white the shaky image for a little while. when it finally stabilizes there is an awkward picture of the small kitchen, then black booted feet on a counter top ]
No, Kurama! You can’t have this back until--
[ more scrabbling and button pushing, as well as a few choice words as this game of keep-away seems to have every ability to possibly go wrong - ]
Hiei!
[ Hey, Kurama’s hurt, not crippled. After a few moments, Kurama just grabs his friend’s ankle, dropping him to the counter and snatching the communicator before walking away to finish his message. ]
As I was saying: Is there a shop in the mall or other area where I might be able to purchase supplies for indoor gardening? I haven’t had a chance to explore for myself, outside of our initial tour.
[ just before the feed cuts there is a momentary image of the same black figure who’d been sprawled across the counter slinking along the back of the couch, as if stalking the communicator in his hands, intent on getting it and shutting it off - ]
Thank you, in advance, for your time and assistance. I do look forward to meeting more of our fellow guests in the near future.
[ And the device snaps shut. It would be rude to force the network to endure another messy grab for the communicator, after all. ]
I suppose I should apologize for the delayed introduction, though it seems things have calmed down enough that it may have been for the best.
My name is Minamino Shouchi, and I come from the country of Japan in a world that has similar technology to this one- Though it seems my own world’s time is about fourteen years earlier.
[And it’s then that a curious, red-eyed face peeks ‘Shouchi’s’ shoulder, leaning his forearms on the back of the couch.]
Behind, as usual. And Urameshi never shuts up about being on the ‘cutting edge.’
[ Kurama glances in the direction of his little
Perhaps you would like to introduce yourself?
[ no, he wouldn’t like to, but, with a grudging little grumble he, eventually, does with a short grunt:] Hiei. [ he chooses to duck out of frame, then, reappearing seconds later as he appears on the couch with his own cup of tea. ]
… I apologize, Hiei is not very... sociable. [ To put it mildly. How did he reach the cabinet for a glass? Hopefully he didn’t wear shoes to climb onto the counter... ] Regardless, I imagine we will both be willing to help in this war effort in any way possible. We have extensive fighting experience, though my own strengths lie in strategizing.
[ that seems to pique the smaller demon’s attention, that spikey head of black hair poking his way into frame again with a sharp look in his eye. ] If I’m helping with any effort, I need my damn sword back. [a huff. ] Bare handed is inefficient. So, that will need to be fixed.
[ That may be a flash of mild exasperation in Kurama’s expression, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. ] I’m sure they’ll find some way to arm their fighters appropriately until we can find appropriate... partners, I believe they’re called.
[ corrections from the peanut gallery off camera: ] Weapons. That’s how it was explained to me before hand.
[ TALKING OVER HIEI. ] And perhaps they’ll be able to locate one that does not break with the frequency your weapons in our own world seem to. Now, I was--
[ the picture jumps, as if the communicator is stolen, a flurry of black and white the shaky image for a little while. when it finally stabilizes there is an awkward picture of the small kitchen, then black booted feet on a counter top ]
No, Kurama! You can’t have this back until--
[ more scrabbling and button pushing, as well as a few choice words as this game of keep-away seems to have every ability to possibly go wrong - ]
Hiei!
[ Hey, Kurama’s hurt, not crippled. After a few moments, Kurama just grabs his friend’s ankle, dropping him to the counter and snatching the communicator before walking away to finish his message. ]
As I was saying: Is there a shop in the mall or other area where I might be able to purchase supplies for indoor gardening? I haven’t had a chance to explore for myself, outside of our initial tour.
[ just before the feed cuts there is a momentary image of the same black figure who’d been sprawled across the counter slinking along the back of the couch, as if stalking the communicator in his hands, intent on getting it and shutting it off - ]
Thank you, in advance, for your time and assistance. I do look forward to meeting more of our fellow guests in the near future.
[ And the device snaps shut. It would be rude to force the network to endure another messy grab for the communicator, after all. ]
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