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- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- anna amarande: celene,
- bolin: andi,
- darth maul: shade,
- diluc ragnvindr: samuel,
- fern: pan,
- kainé: ava,
- keith: sailor g,
- lance: charley,
- luz noceda: pedro,
- makoto kino: mesi,
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- sansa stark: lindsey,
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- takashi 'shiro' shirogane: red,
- tinya wazzo: argustar,
- uchiha sasuke: simcha,
- varian: tf
video -> voice | un: sharpshooter (april 2nd)
( cw: alcohol/substance abuse and visible corruption symptoms. )
[At first, the post opens with video. Lance is using his omen for this because he's probably too intoxicated to operate the omni. Corruption has started to increase again and rapidly given what he's trying to announce. The scar over his left eye looks a bit bigger and his iris of that eye is a glowing, crackling electric blue. He's not looking at the 'camera', his expression trained hard on the table in front of him as he grapples with the pain of loss.]
So… Hunk's gone… [In real time, the scar over his eye grows length-wise and cracks open horizontally and the darkness of space seems to be underneath: black void with stars and a nebula. The glowing light of his eye flashes brighter and seems to overtake the rest of his eye.] …baaaack to th' sea.
[His speech is a bit slurred and his hand comes up to his forehead as he leans to brace his elbow on the table. He looks at his omen and his brow furrows.] Valor, this's audio, right?
[What sounds like an 'oops' comes from his omen and then the video cuts out. There's the sound of a heavy, rattled breath being let out from Lance before he continues.] Whatever, not like it matters, [snort] as if I'm even gonna remember, right?
…Oh yeah… anyone in town got some memory findin' powers? I'm missin' some, so I need you to like… reach into my head hole or whatever.
[A breath is heaved, but it sounds shallow and wet, like there's something wrong with his lungs. Then the sound of a glass clinking on something.] Anyway, here's to th' ocean! I'm gon' go yell at her to give me my bro back. Later.
[There's the sound of a scraping chair as he gets up, and then the loud thump and crash of someone immediately fumbling their footing because they're too messed up and falling to the floor.] Oww…
[At first, the post opens with video. Lance is using his omen for this because he's probably too intoxicated to operate the omni. Corruption has started to increase again and rapidly given what he's trying to announce. The scar over his left eye looks a bit bigger and his iris of that eye is a glowing, crackling electric blue. He's not looking at the 'camera', his expression trained hard on the table in front of him as he grapples with the pain of loss.]
So… Hunk's gone… [In real time, the scar over his eye grows length-wise and cracks open horizontally and the darkness of space seems to be underneath: black void with stars and a nebula. The glowing light of his eye flashes brighter and seems to overtake the rest of his eye.] …baaaack to th' sea.
[His speech is a bit slurred and his hand comes up to his forehead as he leans to brace his elbow on the table. He looks at his omen and his brow furrows.] Valor, this's audio, right?
[What sounds like an 'oops' comes from his omen and then the video cuts out. There's the sound of a heavy, rattled breath being let out from Lance before he continues.] Whatever, not like it matters, [snort] as if I'm even gonna remember, right?
…Oh yeah… anyone in town got some memory findin' powers? I'm missin' some, so I need you to like… reach into my head hole or whatever.
[A breath is heaved, but it sounds shallow and wet, like there's something wrong with his lungs. Then the sound of a glass clinking on something.] Anyway, here's to th' ocean! I'm gon' go yell at her to give me my bro back. Later.
[There's the sound of a scraping chair as he gets up, and then the loud thump and crash of someone immediately fumbling their footing because they're too messed up and falling to the floor.] Oww…
voice: un: buttman
[Lance's place, he means. Because... he'll come over. He will haul his exhausted, aching butt over there and ... do something.]
[Even if he doesn't know what.]
voice
Not 'nymore… man, 's so dark out lately. Haven't seen th' sun in like… two days. 'M I seein' shit?
voice
[If it's the ocean, and Lance is trashed, that... may not end well. Or it might be fine. But he doesn't want to risk it. He really, really doesn't want to risk it.]
You're not seeing things - the sun hasn't come up.
no subject
[His brain is too sluggish to really catch up with the fact that October wasn't dark this year and it's not Deerington anymore.]
Pfff no I can't show you, no video, duh.
no subject
[Honesty is the best policy, right?]
Can you take a picture?
no subject
[Then he snorts.]
Why d'you need a picture?
no subject
[Deep breaths. He cannot crack right now. Be strong for your team.]
... because I want to make sure what's left of my family here is safe.
no subject
Why y'gotta pull that card, huh? Jus' ...let me do what I gotta do t' keep you safe.