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worldmobile2013-02-22 07:56 pm
kandescence) wrote in worldmobile2013-02-22 07:56 pm
01 | (Accidental) Video
[There's a sharp cracking sound as the video turns on, but the feed doesn't show a face or even a body. Instead, the picture starts off all black before the object that's blocking the screen pulls back: it's the heel of a boot, and it stomps down again a good few times before delivering a kick that sends the communicator skidding across the floor and into the far wall.
A mostly incoherent tirade, peppered with all kinds of colorful curses, accompanies this display.]
...my right to--?!...
...can pay with my sword through your stomach...
...damn interfering bastard--...
[Eventually, though, the fit of rage subsides, a hand reaches down to pick up the communicator, and a scowling face comes into view, only slightly obscured by the thin crack that's appeared across the top right corner of the screen. There's a few seconds of frowning, and then a blink of comprehension and he realizes that the device is on and capturing what he says. He doesn't know who's listening, but he has to assume that he can talk to the Powers That Be this way.]
Oi, whoever you are that's behind this idiot scheme: when I find you, I'm going to wring your damn neck like a dishrag and then cut you into pieces!!
[OOC:Start as you mean to go on? Kanda is in the dorms (room 101) having just seen the (helpful and informative!) orientation video. He's taking it rather well, all things considered. (I'm not sure what it says that this counts as taking it well.) Feel free to have characters hear the commotion coming from his room, if you'd prefer to meet him in full fit of pique run into him in person!]
A mostly incoherent tirade, peppered with all kinds of colorful curses, accompanies this display.]
...my right to--?!...
...can pay with my sword through your stomach...
...damn interfering bastard--...
[Eventually, though, the fit of rage subsides, a hand reaches down to pick up the communicator, and a scowling face comes into view, only slightly obscured by the thin crack that's appeared across the top right corner of the screen. There's a few seconds of frowning, and then a blink of comprehension and he realizes that the device is on and capturing what he says. He doesn't know who's listening, but he has to assume that he can talk to the Powers That Be this way.]
Oi, whoever you are that's behind this idiot scheme: when I find you, I'm going to wring your damn neck like a dishrag and then cut you into pieces!!
[OOC: