Level 7 // [Accidental Video]
((Normal = Kazzy, Italic = Murkrow, Bold = Smoker. Co-written.))
[The feed clicks on with the sound of some kind of beak grinding -- it looks like Kazooie's Murkrow is chewing on the camera, from the beak in the way. The voices are coming in pretty clearly, however.]
-- can't just leave the brats behind?
Because I said so.
Why are you even dragging them along anyway?
[The beak shifts, showing that Smoker's rubbing his face.]
Because I don't leave little kids to fend for themselves and mug random strangers. It's not my justice.
What's wrong with mugging random strangers?
[She's grinning a little, though she's currently in his backpack, which means he can't see it. He twitches visibly.]
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Tch! It's my job to stop that sort of thing!
[He tries to aim a glare at the woman behind him, and lights a pair of cigars.]
So shouldn't you have stopped them before they emptied out three houses before we left?
You're kidding me... right?
[Kazooie shifts and grins at him.]
Krow?
Maybe.
[The view's obscured once more by beak, but there's a growling noise.]
Oi, if I have to drag them the fuck back there I will.
Just make them go back and do it. You're slow.
You're just trying to ditch them again.
So?
We're not ditching them. And if they manage to ditch us, I still have to hunt them down. I thought you wanted his idiot chef to cook for you anyway?
[There's an annoyed sigh.]
Fine.
[There's a ripping noise, and Murkrow squwaks in surprise. The camera's now unblocked... which shows that Kazooie has torn her legs through the bottom of the backpack and is walking herself, only partly hunched over, apparently completely unbothered by the weight of the marine now completely on her back.]
[The feed clicks on with the sound of some kind of beak grinding -- it looks like Kazooie's Murkrow is chewing on the camera, from the beak in the way. The voices are coming in pretty clearly, however.]
-- can't just leave the brats behind?
Because I said so.
Why are you even dragging them along anyway?
[The beak shifts, showing that Smoker's rubbing his face.]
Because I don't leave little kids to fend for themselves and mug random strangers. It's not my justice.
What's wrong with mugging random strangers?
[She's grinning a little, though she's currently in his backpack, which means he can't see it. He twitches visibly.]
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Tch! It's my job to stop that sort of thing!
[He tries to aim a glare at the woman behind him, and lights a pair of cigars.]
So shouldn't you have stopped them before they emptied out three houses before we left?
You're kidding me... right?
[Kazooie shifts and grins at him.]
Krow?
Maybe.
[The view's obscured once more by beak, but there's a growling noise.]
Oi, if I have to drag them the fuck back there I will.
Just make them go back and do it. You're slow.
You're just trying to ditch them again.
So?
We're not ditching them. And if they manage to ditch us, I still have to hunt them down. I thought you wanted his idiot chef to cook for you anyway?
[There's an annoyed sigh.]
Fine.
[There's a ripping noise, and Murkrow squwaks in surprise. The camera's now unblocked... which shows that Kazooie has torn her legs through the bottom of the backpack and is walking herself, only partly hunched over, apparently completely unbothered by the weight of the marine now completely on her back.]