Rotation I.

[torchicked]

>V I D E O_

[The feed clatters on to an odd, lengthy silence.]

[Eventually, the camera autofocuses on what seems to be a quivering pile of cloth caught in the wind. It shifts slowly and deliberately, however, releasing a faint hiss -- surprise, it's alive!]

-- huh, 's cold-- ugh.[Another shift before the cloth is tossed aside, revealing that it'

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[witchoftheweek]

[Sighs. Crazy people. Best get this over with]

Not any afterlife. Read this, please.

1/2

[torchicked]

[babe you'd be crazy too if you just blew yourself up ♥]

[...]

[voice] 2/3

[torchicked]

[screeches to a halt at the section about the chips]

This is--

[there's a flurry of frantic rustling -- he's trying to manifest his wings and claws, to no avail]

[after a long moment, there's a crash and a snarl (he's just thrown the communicator at the nearest hard surface)]

A power seal. How dare--

[voice] 3/3

[torchicked]

[more crashing and rustling later--]

--distortion. Whatever they were saying-- they were saying-- spacetime singularity. I don't...

[a pause, and then, rage]

Humans.

[voice]

[witchoftheweek]

While humans can be annoying, please control yourself here.

[voice]

[torchicked]

Don't tell me what to do.

I'll control myself when they take their controls off me.

[voice]

[witchoftheweek]

Hmm.

[voice]

[torchicked]

If you've got something to say, then say it.

[voice]

[witchoftheweek]

I said all I needed to say already/

[voice]

[torchicked]

... Hmph. If that's the way you want to play it.