25th feather [video/action for Crow's room]
[there's a loud THUD at the start of the recording as both the Gear and something -- or someone -- fall from the bed on the floor. The video shows the room in Violet City inn and no soul around -- until the owner of the Gear stands up slowly, rubbing the back of his head.]
Owww... Shit. You guys okay? Aki? Sherry?
[that's right, it's Crow and he's awake again! And doesn't look like he's been mutilated by a robot, electrocuted and nearly buried alive under a collapsing fortress in the past few hours, not at all. If anything, he's a little confused as to why he's no longer in a certain citadel of god.
As some of you may recall, a pair of great artists have put the duelist's face to a good use while he was asleep, which makes him look, well. Silly.
Not that he realizes that just yet.]
... This place sure ain't Ark Cradle... Somebody care to enlighten me where the hell--
SWADOSKAPIKROW!!!
[sadly, he's interrupted by the flutter of wings and chirping and all of sudden, Crow disappears in what appears to be a flood of feathers. Extremely excited and loud feathers.
... A moment later, he emerges from it again, grinning, albeit not without breathing difficulties.]
Okay, fine, I get it! Johto, right? Looks like I'm back... Heh, it's been a while, guys!
[and that's where his smile fades a little because being in Johto means one thing: he's not going home anytime soon.]
... Couldn't choose worse time to pull me here, too. Now that the future of our world is...
[at this point, the combination of how solemn his words are with the unicorns and rainbows and flowers and Quetzalcoatl knows what else on his face is too ridiculous for his bird team to take and they start giggling. Which earns them a scowl from their trainer.]
Hey, what's that? If it's about the markers again, I've told ya already, they're not wearing off--
[the first one to have enough decency to show him what it really is about is Fehn the Skarmory, who passes him a mirror.
And Crow just stares, speechless.
Of course. He risks his life, wins the world-wide card games tournament, saves the world and what does that gain him? His friends use him as a canvas for they're artwork that looks disturbingly similar to what his adopted kids back home draw.
Names of the culprits? Not hard to guess.
He snatches the Gear, completely unaware of the fact it's been recording all this time. He looks at the camera with a sickeningly sweet (implying fake) smile that may actually border dangerous.]
Kay, Kaito. I like you guys, I really do.
So I'll give you, say, thirty seconds to find a really good hiding place!
[and now the smile's gone completely.]
BECAUSE WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU'LL REGRET EVER MESSING WITH CROW-SAMA!!!
Owww... Shit. You guys okay? Aki? Sherry?
[that's right, it's Crow and he's awake again! And doesn't look like he's been mutilated by a robot, electrocuted and nearly buried alive under a collapsing fortress in the past few hours, not at all. If anything, he's a little confused as to why he's no longer in a certain citadel of god.
As some of you may recall, a pair of great artists have put the duelist's face to a good use while he was asleep, which makes him look, well. Silly.
Not that he realizes that just yet.]
... This place sure ain't Ark Cradle... Somebody care to enlighten me where the hell--
SWADOSKAPIKROW!!!
[sadly, he's interrupted by the flutter of wings and chirping and all of sudden, Crow disappears in what appears to be a flood of feathers. Extremely excited and loud feathers.
... A moment later, he emerges from it again, grinning, albeit not without breathing difficulties.]
Okay, fine, I get it! Johto, right? Looks like I'm back... Heh, it's been a while, guys!
[and that's where his smile fades a little because being in Johto means one thing: he's not going home anytime soon.]
... Couldn't choose worse time to pull me here, too. Now that the future of our world is...
[at this point, the combination of how solemn his words are with the unicorns and rainbows and flowers and Quetzalcoatl knows what else on his face is too ridiculous for his bird team to take and they start giggling. Which earns them a scowl from their trainer.]
Hey, what's that? If it's about the markers again, I've told ya already, they're not wearing off--
[the first one to have enough decency to show him what it really is about is Fehn the Skarmory, who passes him a mirror.
And Crow just stares, speechless.
Of course. He risks his life, wins the world-wide card games tournament, saves the world and what does that gain him? His friends use him as a canvas for they're artwork that looks disturbingly similar to what his adopted kids back home draw.
Names of the culprits? Not hard to guess.
He snatches the Gear, completely unaware of the fact it's been recording all this time. He looks at the camera with a sickeningly sweet (implying fake) smile that may actually border dangerous.]
Kay, Kaito. I like you guys, I really do.
So I'll give you, say, thirty seconds to find a really good hiding place!
[and now the smile's gone completely.]
BECAUSE WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU'LL REGRET EVER MESSING WITH CROW-SAMA!!!