That's HELLHOUND to You

• VOICE •

[THUNK, CRUNCH.]

[and so at long last! we are back with more comm abuse as Nora's communicator hits something quite solid, knocking it on and straight over to--]


• VIDEO •

--TCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING THE DAMN THINGS!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THEIR UGLY MUGS WITHOUT YOU HELPING 'EM ALONG!

HEY, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO--

[okay for the first moment you probably have no way to understand what you're looking at, since everything is at crazy angles. but that is Nora's hand over there and perhaps his knee down there and yes.

something large and dark-colored and organic-looking is flying very fast in this general direction.]

--ME?!!?

[there is a blurry moment where you get the full benefit of closeup on Reaver A's lovely, disfigured face before--

CRUNCH.

In the next frozen moments you realize:

1. Something black and silver and red has just whizzed across the scene and straight into the incoming Reaver.
2. This something has resolved itself into a red-tipped spear with a black handle and silver grip.
3. The Reaver is now a small speck on the horizon.]

... that was cool.

DO IT AGAIN!

[Excited loli has gone to fetcheth another Reaver.]

--Huh? Wait, what do you mean, what're you--

HEY!!

[whatever other objections Nora may have been about to make are cut off as Reaver B comes rocketing down the street. oh boy. but! that's the end of the spectacle, because next moment Nora's foot comes down on the communicator.]

[OOC: REAVER BASEBAAAAAAALL. Red denotes a u_n_asplode, who is now our Designated Reaver Pitcher. ♥ Feel free to spectate/join in/have a Reaver break your window/head/idk. Replies will be sporadic until later tonight due to CLASS!!!]

• VIDEO •

[for once! the communicator flickers to life with no hint of misuse or abuse, and Nora (back to normal!) is staring bemusedly into it while his face kind of looks like it's trying to go several different ways at once]

That... made no sense at all. I don't get this freakin' city at ALL.

[his face decides! -- it screws up briefly, then smooths out] But whatever, it's all done and over with! I don't care anymore. And look, I got one of these, too--

[a brief cameraswing and you can see what looks like a nondescript package] --came outta nowhere but I bet it's the scien-- [ripping paper... and a sudden resounding silence, and before the camera wobbles back to a narrow-eyed glare you can just catch a glimpse of a colorful package]

... THAT'S NOT FUNNY. I KNOW THIS DIDN'T COME FROM A FUCKIN' SCIENTIST. FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT A DOG--!!

[annnnd on the tail-end of that bellow? you get a prime view of 10 GALLONS OF WATER SUDDENLY DESCENDING OUT OF FUCK-NOWHERE]

[... drip]

[splutter]

[...]

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