1 Hammer [accidental video]
[The comm cuts on - and shows a moogle. Who looks very, very panicked indeed.]
Help, someone help me, kupo! This new arrival just attacked my partner, and now he's--
[Cue a shadow. A rather large shadow. And the Moogle dropping the phone with a squeak. It clatters to the ground, still running, showing everything happening above it. That large shadow? Belongs to a very well-cut man with blond hair and beard, and with the clearest baby blue eyes anyone could possibly imagine. He bends down, his glowering expression boring into the moogle, making it shake with fear--
And then the man very delicately puts the moogle's injured partner on the ground, suddenly looking quite apologetic. Said injured moogle looks like he was just smashed into a wall; he's literally flat like a pancake at the moment.]
I...apologize, small creature. I thought you were the black demons attacking me once more.
AH!! I-I mean...k-kupo, no! We're not Heartless, we're Moogles!
Moo...gles...
[Durr what those. The man narrows his eyes in concentration, trying to process this information.]
Are you moogles native to the realm of New Mexico, then?
New Mexico? No, this is Traverse Town, kupo! Your world is...uh...
My world?
[It's really hard to break this kind of news to someone who looks this intimidating. And so the frightened moogle backs away from the very scary-looking man, who stands up. He looks around for a moment, before shouting in a clear, loud voice.]
Good people! If there be any around to hear me, I humbly apologize, but it is of great import!
I need transportation back to New Mexico, if this not be that realm. I must try and warn the people of this sudden scourge which attacked me and my friend unjustly. A horse will suffice, anything of that size will also do. I will...take an ow-toe mobile if need be. But I must leave.
[A pause.]
Also...if you know of a man named Erik Selvig...Dr. Erik Selvig, he was with me. He's...somewhat inebriated. I humbly ask you not attack him in such a state if he challenges you! He isn't-
[At this point the feed ends.]
Help, someone help me, kupo! This new arrival just attacked my partner, and now he's--
[Cue a shadow. A rather large shadow. And the Moogle dropping the phone with a squeak. It clatters to the ground, still running, showing everything happening above it. That large shadow? Belongs to a very well-cut man with blond hair and beard, and with the clearest baby blue eyes anyone could possibly imagine. He bends down, his glowering expression boring into the moogle, making it shake with fear--
And then the man very delicately puts the moogle's injured partner on the ground, suddenly looking quite apologetic. Said injured moogle looks like he was just smashed into a wall; he's literally flat like a pancake at the moment.]
I...apologize, small creature. I thought you were the black demons attacking me once more.
AH!! I-I mean...k-kupo, no! We're not Heartless, we're Moogles!
Moo...gles...
[Durr what those. The man narrows his eyes in concentration, trying to process this information.]
Are you moogles native to the realm of New Mexico, then?
New Mexico? No, this is Traverse Town, kupo! Your world is...uh...
My world?
[It's really hard to break this kind of news to someone who looks this intimidating. And so the frightened moogle backs away from the very scary-looking man, who stands up. He looks around for a moment, before shouting in a clear, loud voice.]
Good people! If there be any around to hear me, I humbly apologize, but it is of great import!
I need transportation back to New Mexico, if this not be that realm. I must try and warn the people of this sudden scourge which attacked me and my friend unjustly. A horse will suffice, anything of that size will also do. I will...take an ow-toe mobile if need be. But I must leave.
[A pause.]
Also...if you know of a man named Erik Selvig...Dr. Erik Selvig, he was with me. He's...somewhat inebriated. I humbly ask you not attack him in such a state if he challenges you! He isn't-
[At this point the feed ends.]