video. | action. for cherrygrove
[When the video flickers on in the dim lighting, Doumeki is frowning.
Well, he generally is frowning, so that's not much of a change from his usual lineface. The stillness of the screen, however, implies that he's currently stationary. A quick glance at his backdrop, one might recognize one of the streets in Cherrygrove.
For anyone that's familiar with his personality, Doumeki is not the sort of person to broadcast without reason. The reason, in this case, seems particularly obvious, but that probably wouldn't stop him from reiterating it.
Give him a second.]
... it's hurt.
[... okay, so maybe the reason wasn't as obvious as it was first depicted. The video screen tilts down a little, and one can see a little bundle of... something being swaddled in what used to be his scarf. Used to be, because you can only call it a scarf based on the passing resemblance -- if those frayed ends have anything to say about it. It shifts, weakly, and one can see the distinctive plumage patterns of a pidgey, even under the poor lighting of the streetlamp which Doumeki is standing under.
The dark patches on the scarf might be blood. The camera tilts up again, and this time, there's a dratini on Doumeki's shoulder as he looks into the screen again.]
It attacked me.
I've arrived in Cherrygrove. Where do I take it.
[Then, almost as an afterthought--] Oi. [Watanuki.] If you're watching this, you're late.
[A last glance, and the feed cuts.]
Well, he generally is frowning, so that's not much of a change from his usual lineface. The stillness of the screen, however, implies that he's currently stationary. A quick glance at his backdrop, one might recognize one of the streets in Cherrygrove.
For anyone that's familiar with his personality, Doumeki is not the sort of person to broadcast without reason. The reason, in this case, seems particularly obvious, but that probably wouldn't stop him from reiterating it.
Give him a second.]
... it's hurt.
[... okay, so maybe the reason wasn't as obvious as it was first depicted. The video screen tilts down a little, and one can see a little bundle of... something being swaddled in what used to be his scarf. Used to be, because you can only call it a scarf based on the passing resemblance -- if those frayed ends have anything to say about it. It shifts, weakly, and one can see the distinctive plumage patterns of a pidgey, even under the poor lighting of the streetlamp which Doumeki is standing under.
The dark patches on the scarf might be blood. The camera tilts up again, and this time, there's a dratini on Doumeki's shoulder as he looks into the screen again.]
It attacked me.
I've arrived in Cherrygrove. Where do I take it.
[Then, almost as an afterthought--] Oi. [Watanuki.] If you're watching this, you're late.
[A last glance, and the feed cuts.]