Jun 23, 2009 17:25
[When the transmission begins, the camera is facing a brick wall. You can't see the speaker, but hearing him sure isn't an issue-- when the great Zelos speaks, he speaks loudly because he wants to be heard.]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, am I missing something, or am I missing something? Guys? Yo, Lloyd! [Short pause. It doesn't take long to notice that there aren't any signs of the rest of the group--]
Huh. Alright, I don't know what's going on here, but this is so starting to feel like me getting screwed over.
[Some footsteps, and his voice sounds louder, as if he's standing closer to the device.] Oh, by the way? On the screwed over part? I think you-- whoever you are-- could've picked a better time to try messin' with me. I mean, what kind of ass yanks a guy out of the picture right when he's en route to a sure victory? Not that I doubt the rest of them or anything, but it miiight help with beating the snot outta that Mithos kid if I was there to lead the show. Call it an intuitive guess, m'kay?
[Pauuuuse again. No answer. What a surprise. He sighs, spotting the device. It records the sight of a pink glove before his thumb ends up covering the camera, and then there's an exaggerated sigh.]
Now what?
random back alleys,
enter the great zelos,
give me directions or give me death,
arrival,
entrance would be cool if i wasn't lost,
not amused okay,
not so fashionably late