▣ IV [video]
[There is a lump of blankets on the communicator, wiggling around, feeling for the buttons, before it finally settles on video mode. It isn't hard to tell it's N, though. The fluffy tuft of green hair poking out from underneath the lump of blankets is a dead giveaway. There's a pair of legs, clad in train-patterned pajama pants, poking out from underneath the swath as well.
He takes a moment to orient himself, balancing the communicator on one knee before speaking up]
Ah-- Good evening, Death City. Recent events rendered me unable [or more, unwilling] to attend training or speak with others, but I hope you have all been well.
[The communicator tilts a bit, threatens to fall off his knee, but he grabs it and rights it]
I must apologize for my behavior on Halloween night - it is a mixed blessing that during the confusion, I was able to discover my weapon form.
[And then he pauses, one hand keeping the communicator balanced -- the other arm emerges from beneath the blankets, and after a moment's concentration on N's part, transforms into the blade of a sword, forged from equal parts black metal and white metal]
If there are any meisters who have proficiency with a sword, I would appreciate the chance to speak with them.
[Filtered to Kanaya and Rikku]
[The blanket lump sits there in silence for a while longer, and N lets his arm change back and pulls it back into his cocoon. After a moment he reemerges entirely, albeit shyly]
This is belated, however I owe you both apologies in particular. Are you both recovering well? Is there a way in which I can be of assistance?
[He shoves the blankets away, revealing two pillow cases worth of candy. It's N's haul from Halloween, counted and weighed and divided evenly, both by weight and variety of candy. N derived equations to determine how much candy went into each bag himself.]
At the very least, please accept this as my sincerest apologies. I did not foresee that I would...lose myself that completely.
He takes a moment to orient himself, balancing the communicator on one knee before speaking up]
Ah-- Good evening, Death City. Recent events rendered me unable [or more, unwilling] to attend training or speak with others, but I hope you have all been well.
[The communicator tilts a bit, threatens to fall off his knee, but he grabs it and rights it]
I must apologize for my behavior on Halloween night - it is a mixed blessing that during the confusion, I was able to discover my weapon form.
[And then he pauses, one hand keeping the communicator balanced -- the other arm emerges from beneath the blankets, and after a moment's concentration on N's part, transforms into the blade of a sword, forged from equal parts black metal and white metal]
If there are any meisters who have proficiency with a sword, I would appreciate the chance to speak with them.
[Filtered to Kanaya and Rikku]
[The blanket lump sits there in silence for a while longer, and N lets his arm change back and pulls it back into his cocoon. After a moment he reemerges entirely, albeit shyly]
This is belated, however I owe you both apologies in particular. Are you both recovering well? Is there a way in which I can be of assistance?
[He shoves the blankets away, revealing two pillow cases worth of candy. It's N's haul from Halloween, counted and weighed and divided evenly, both by weight and variety of candy. N derived equations to determine how much candy went into each bag himself.]
At the very least, please accept this as my sincerest apologies. I did not foresee that I would...lose myself that completely.