♠ Eleven | Video/Action
--Just like that, kid.
[ The camera comes on to the strange sight of a single large pink eye surrounded by iridescent yellow scales. It's pulled back to show that the alien is all in dayglow colors, with a weird feathery type crest and long spindly fingers. There's a kid standing next to him/it/her, a scruffy kid of clearly Asian descent in an over-sized shirt that was something Sho usually wears, a harness filled with all manner of weapons over his shoulders. There's no pants, but the shirt is long enough to be a dress, hitting the kid at mid-knees. ]
So it belongs to me?
That's what it says. Are you sure you know where your parents are?
I'm sure! I just gotta get that thing to spill.
Spill?
Yup! It has the address, right?
[ The alien turns the Guide around, muttering under his breath about refugee kids. Said kid leans in close, biting his lower lip. The alien sighs and brings up a map. ]
Here you go. This should lead you right to them.
Hey, great! Thanks again, mister!
[ Sho takes the Guide and hitches the guns over his shoulder higher, smiling widely until the alien is out of sight. Then turning the Guide around, the little punk pulls out a satchel that obviously belonged to the alien he was talking to and laughs. ]
And Shinji says I'm not good at this stuff. Idiot. Now how does this thing---[ And the video goes off. ]
[ooc; Just for the record, bby!Sho is about eight or nine and is a petty thief, pick pocket and all around little tiny conman. He also doesn't remember anyone he has met on the ship, but he will be willing to con people out of whatever they may have for him. He does know Kei though, but figures that since it is light out, Kei is inside sleeping. Have fun. ]
[ The camera comes on to the strange sight of a single large pink eye surrounded by iridescent yellow scales. It's pulled back to show that the alien is all in dayglow colors, with a weird feathery type crest and long spindly fingers. There's a kid standing next to him/it/her, a scruffy kid of clearly Asian descent in an over-sized shirt that was something Sho usually wears, a harness filled with all manner of weapons over his shoulders. There's no pants, but the shirt is long enough to be a dress, hitting the kid at mid-knees. ]
So it belongs to me?
That's what it says. Are you sure you know where your parents are?
I'm sure! I just gotta get that thing to spill.
Spill?
Yup! It has the address, right?
[ The alien turns the Guide around, muttering under his breath about refugee kids. Said kid leans in close, biting his lower lip. The alien sighs and brings up a map. ]
Here you go. This should lead you right to them.
Hey, great! Thanks again, mister!
[ Sho takes the Guide and hitches the guns over his shoulder higher, smiling widely until the alien is out of sight. Then turning the Guide around, the little punk pulls out a satchel that obviously belonged to the alien he was talking to and laughs. ]
And Shinji says I'm not good at this stuff. Idiot. Now how does this thing---[ And the video goes off. ]
[ooc; Just for the record, bby!Sho is about eight or nine and is a petty thief, pick pocket and all around little tiny conman. He also doesn't remember anyone he has met on the ship, but he will be willing to con people out of whatever they may have for him. He does know Kei though, but figures that since it is light out, Kei is inside sleeping. Have fun. ]