oo1 [ video / action if you want it to turn into that ]
[ Since somebody arrived only a few hours ago in Death City, this somebody has been going around in nothing but his boxer shorts, the pendent he always wears, and a borrowed jacket from Spirit.
Now, you see this somebody glaring into the communicator as he makes the long and arduous trek to the mall to buy new clothes. His face is sweaty, and he's already shed away the borrowed jacket. If he had any more clothes on he'd be stripping them faster than the eye could see. In the background, random people are staring as he walks down the streets of Death City in his underwear. ]
Okay, this isn't funny. How hot is it out here, anyway? I'm dying, here.
[ Oh, the melodrama. He tries for the millionth time to force some Ice Make magic out of himself, fails, and laughs at the cruel irony that is his life, continuing on his way and switching the video feed off. ]
Now, you see this somebody glaring into the communicator as he makes the long and arduous trek to the mall to buy new clothes. His face is sweaty, and he's already shed away the borrowed jacket. If he had any more clothes on he'd be stripping them faster than the eye could see. In the background, random people are staring as he walks down the streets of Death City in his underwear. ]
Okay, this isn't funny. How hot is it out here, anyway? I'm dying, here.
[ Oh, the melodrama. He tries for the millionth time to force some Ice Make magic out of himself, fails, and laughs at the cruel irony that is his life, continuing on his way and switching the video feed off. ]