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[A new Forge is activated, mainly by keymashing and the magical incantation of colorful expletives, the screen struggling to focus as it's shaken, held face-down (hello, boots), and eventually flipped around proper. The face glaring down looks a bit like a constipated Elvis, upper lip curled in annoyance, brow furrowed, strands of red hair alive in the breeze and moving lightly across his view.]
[The mouth opens, so angry! The gadget's shaken again, and our prayers are with those sensitive to erratic motion.]
COME OOOONNNNNN....
[View whipped around, it settles on darkness. He's put it to his ear, attempting to speak into it like a cellphone. Kind of missing the glory of the Forge, but he'll catch on.]
Hello? Hello hello... anyone there? Fuck me, where am I? [It's unseen, but the man looks about, ear glued to the communicator in hopes of guidance... something... anything.] I wanna know who thought it'd be funny to drive me out to the middle of whereverthehellthisis and ... LEAVE ME HERE. COME ON. That's the last time I start doing shots at noon...
[A thought, followed by a scowl as he drops the arm to his side, Forge clenched tight. All you get is a great view of a plain, black pant leg.]
Rude, I swear to Shiva, if this's your idea of revenge for breakin' those shades... THEY WERE UGLY ANYWAY...
... Rude... ?
...
... Tseng...?
[The mouth opens, so angry! The gadget's shaken again, and our prayers are with those sensitive to erratic motion.]
COME OOOONNNNNN....
[View whipped around, it settles on darkness. He's put it to his ear, attempting to speak into it like a cellphone. Kind of missing the glory of the Forge, but he'll catch on.]
Hello? Hello hello... anyone there? Fuck me, where am I? [It's unseen, but the man looks about, ear glued to the communicator in hopes of guidance... something... anything.] I wanna know who thought it'd be funny to drive me out to the middle of whereverthehellthisis and ... LEAVE ME HERE. COME ON. That's the last time I start doing shots at noon...
[A thought, followed by a scowl as he drops the arm to his side, Forge clenched tight. All you get is a great view of a plain, black pant leg.]
Rude, I swear to Shiva, if this's your idea of revenge for breakin' those shades... THEY WERE UGLY ANYWAY...
... Rude... ?
...
... Tseng...?