TWO.

[failhound]

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[click. the camera's view is mostly blocked by what astute observers may eventually recognize as a palm -- there are glimpses of darkness and green otherwise, along with some loud crackling and rustling and interspersed curses]

Sure, so maybe it wasn't Her Ugliness' fault after all. This time. [there's a bit of dark muttering before he raises his voice again, though it sounds rushed and stiff] Nobody's seen some human brat with black-and-yellow hair and the worst attitude next to the human-eaters, right? Right. Good.

[there's radio silence for a bit before the obstruction moves out of the image, revealing... a disaster area: a field of flattened trunks, shattered to splinters by a giant invisible (flaming) hand, covered by some pathetic remnants of foliage... looks like forest, ground zero]

[but the pride of the scene is what looks like the half-incinerated carcass of either a Mad Cow or a Chocobo Eater -- hard to tell with how mangled it is -- currently being prodded at with one of the business ends of a long spear] Hey, I can eat this, right? Looks pretty well cooked and served already, there's loads. [he sounds very hopeful about this, and you would be too if you'd been living off bread and milk for weeks even before the post-apocalyptic wasteland]

[as he tears a chunk out, obviously not bothering to wait for opinions--] Oh. Hey, you! Lying sissy guy! You still owe me!

Comments

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

[WHOA WHO IS THAT he wasn't actually expecting anything to still be moving, and with all the monsters he's seen coming in he... probably should have been more on the lookout.

As it is, he's just a little jumpy.]

W-Wha-- WHO'S THERE?!

[As he swivels around, the piece of charred Chocobo Eater/Mad Cow/mystery meat he'd been digging out with the tip of his spear goes flying.]

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[notyourson.livejournal.com]

[Ker-pwned, and he's falling off the tree he was standing on.]

Augh!

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Of all places to find what startled him, it wouldn't have occurred to him to look in the treeline first of all, but apparently luck is with him today.

Sort of.

In any case have a vaguely menacing-looking guy with a big spear standing over you.]

... Hey. What do you want?

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[notyourson.livejournal.com]

[Sitting up angrily now and acting all disgruntled. He seems to not care that Nora is menacing-looking.]

What the hell is your problem?!

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

MY problem?! I'm not the one sneaking up on guys in the woods like a monkey!

[have spear in your face for emphasis, though he's not actually trying to stick you]

[action!] fff holidays

[notyourson.livejournal.com]

I wasn't sneaking! And who wouldn't come check out a huge explosion or whatever that was?

[Trying to grab the spear.]

[action!] ditto orz

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[moving it out of your reach but still stabbing it at you for emphasis]

Well, obviously. But normal people don't go walking in trees!