roar 001 - video
[ For the first few seconds of the feed, a middle-aged guy is staring hard into the camera, looking perplexed. Probably a common sight on the network whenever a newcomer appears, but this guy is wearing a green-and-white eyemask along with a smart-casual shirt and tie, like he started to dress up as a comic book hero but got lazy after that. He can work this wristband-NV perfectly well, but what happened the contact list controls? Then, he blurts out, just as he seems to poke at the camera with his index finger-- ]
Oi, Agnes? Agnes?
[ And the feed switches to audio-only briefly-- although it's easy to imagine his expression, with a tut and a mutter of someone who just got hung up on. Since that's what he's assuming for the time being. ]
That's weird, this never usually malfunctions... Hmmm. Bunny? ... Bunny? No? What's that guy doing now, of all times... Hey! Saitou? Doc, this ain't another simulation, is it? Warn me about this stuff first! Euuurghhh...
[ Followed by a long sigh. He can only kid himself so far-- the grime on the streets is far too detailed to be computer-generated. After a beat, there's a kind of strangled gasp a second before the video feed reactivates to show him sitting back at a more appropriate distance, looking ruffled, awkward, and nervously laughing. ]
Haha, oh boy, sorry about that! I didn't realise I was making a public call! Or that this thing had a, er, public... city-wide function. Man, I'd be in trouble if it was! Everythin' we did on HeroTV'd get spoiled for the viewers.
[ He rubs his cheek nervously, trails his fingers down his chin, then flops his hand down as though abandoning that train of thought completely. ] Well, I got the low-down in the baseball square bit. Ain't a scratch on the Sternbild park. So, Siren's Port, right? Nice to-- [ Pauses, then seems to inject more gusto into his greeting, accompanied by the swing of the video feed as he attempts a double thumbs-up which is quickly righted to a single thumbs-up; ]
Nice to meetcha! You can call me Wild Tiger. Hero of justice, protector of the people, what-have-you! You can recommend me to your boss whenever you like, since, you see, Apollon probably doesn't have a branch out here in Canada. Well, maybe, if we made the company big enough for it to expand this far. Twenty-first century, that's a real leap...
[ Just as he's rubbing his chin again, looking around his small room, his gaze unfortunately lands on his window at the same time a Rotmoss wasp comes buzzing about outside the murky glass-- the feed shuts off with a blur of motion and a rather loud yell of horror and surprise. ]
Oi, Agnes? Agnes?
[ And the feed switches to audio-only briefly-- although it's easy to imagine his expression, with a tut and a mutter of someone who just got hung up on. Since that's what he's assuming for the time being. ]
That's weird, this never usually malfunctions... Hmmm. Bunny? ... Bunny? No? What's that guy doing now, of all times... Hey! Saitou? Doc, this ain't another simulation, is it? Warn me about this stuff first! Euuurghhh...
[ Followed by a long sigh. He can only kid himself so far-- the grime on the streets is far too detailed to be computer-generated. After a beat, there's a kind of strangled gasp a second before the video feed reactivates to show him sitting back at a more appropriate distance, looking ruffled, awkward, and nervously laughing. ]
Haha, oh boy, sorry about that! I didn't realise I was making a public call! Or that this thing had a, er, public... city-wide function. Man, I'd be in trouble if it was! Everythin' we did on HeroTV'd get spoiled for the viewers.
[ He rubs his cheek nervously, trails his fingers down his chin, then flops his hand down as though abandoning that train of thought completely. ] Well, I got the low-down in the baseball square bit. Ain't a scratch on the Sternbild park. So, Siren's Port, right? Nice to-- [ Pauses, then seems to inject more gusto into his greeting, accompanied by the swing of the video feed as he attempts a double thumbs-up which is quickly righted to a single thumbs-up; ]
Nice to meetcha! You can call me Wild Tiger. Hero of justice, protector of the people, what-have-you! You can recommend me to your boss whenever you like, since, you see, Apollon probably doesn't have a branch out here in Canada. Well, maybe, if we made the company big enough for it to expand this far. Twenty-first century, that's a real leap...
[ Just as he's rubbing his chin again, looking around his small room, his gaze unfortunately lands on his window at the same time a Rotmoss wasp comes buzzing about outside the murky glass-- the feed shuts off with a blur of motion and a rather loud yell of horror and surprise. ]