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[ At first the video is fuzzy. The image on the screen broken by static and a dark, oblong shadow stuck at the center. All that can be seen are crumpled pieces of paper and broken porcelain. The contents of a trashcan.
Then, something reaches down, coming into view of the camera. A delicate hand feeling around, searching, until it brushes up against the screen. ]
Oh my, so that's where it went. How silly. Trying to hide in a wastebasket. These things should decompose faster so it can at least be used as plant food.
[ The view changes as the device is finally lifted out of the basket, catching the sight of rose pink hair, the face of a fair lady. ]
And it still works, too. How resilient!
[ Her hand moves toward the still present black line at the middle of the screen, and with a jerk, the oblong shadow disappears in a blur of silver (a knife perhaps?).
Lips curve into a beautiful smile. ]
Hello? The maids kindly suggested that I use this communicator.
I would like to speak with the man in charge.
[ And crush his bulbous head under my heel for the worms to digest. ]
[ We now interrupt your broadcast to bring you a large man in a nun's outfit. His body tucks in on itself and rolls quickly across the ground before coming up on his knee and pulling out a military-issued hand gun to point straight at Maria's device. His eyes narrow, face grim as he reverts into 'battle mode,' ready to take out the offensive object if it so much as makes a wrong move.
This. just. got. serious.
Then he freezes. His sharp senses pick up a certain presence... a certain angry presence. And he slowly turns his head back to look at her standing there. His hands shake, eyes going slightly wide. ]
Ah- Maria? You're here, too.
[ A flash of silver leaves the woman's hand, silver shears pinning the crossdresser's habit to the door with a thunk.
She's still smiling, but she's far from happy. ]
Look at that, a pervert has arrived.
[ ooc; Maria and Sister ]
Then, something reaches down, coming into view of the camera. A delicate hand feeling around, searching, until it brushes up against the screen. ]
Oh my, so that's where it went. How silly. Trying to hide in a wastebasket. These things should decompose faster so it can at least be used as plant food.
[ The view changes as the device is finally lifted out of the basket, catching the sight of rose pink hair, the face of a fair lady. ]
And it still works, too. How resilient!
[ Her hand moves toward the still present black line at the middle of the screen, and with a jerk, the oblong shadow disappears in a blur of silver (a knife perhaps?).
Lips curve into a beautiful smile. ]
Hello? The maids kindly suggested that I use this communicator.
I would like to speak with the man in charge.
[ And crush his bulbous head under my heel for the worms to digest. ]
[ We now interrupt your broadcast to bring you a large man in a nun's outfit. His body tucks in on itself and rolls quickly across the ground before coming up on his knee and pulling out a military-issued hand gun to point straight at Maria's device. His eyes narrow, face grim as he reverts into 'battle mode,' ready to take out the offensive object if it so much as makes a wrong move.
This. just. got. serious.
Then he freezes. His sharp senses pick up a certain presence... a certain angry presence. And he slowly turns his head back to look at her standing there. His hands shake, eyes going slightly wide. ]
Ah- Maria? You're here, too.
[ A flash of silver leaves the woman's hand, silver shears pinning the crossdresser's habit to the door with a thunk.
She's still smiling, but she's far from happy. ]
Look at that, a pervert has arrived.
[ ooc; Maria and Sister ]