One-Hundred-Thirteenth Matrix {Video} {Backdated to around noon of 09/19}
[The video turns on, zoomed on ants marching in an organized line. The video follows the line of ants until it focuses on one not-quite dog eared individual.]
[Said dog-eared individual seems to be holding something round with a handle and concentrating very hard on getting it as close to the ants as possible. It's fairly sunny at the moment, and there's reflected sunlight on the ground and in his face.] Hey, is it supposed to take this long?? I don't remember it taking this long.
Give it ≤ 1 minute. [The voice comes from the person holding the communicator.]
It's already been like ten minutes, you sure this thing isn't broken or something-- [In his agitation, Nora accidentally digs the magnifying glass into the ground, crushing some of the ants--] ... DAMMIT-- Ow-- Oh.
[Remember those poor ants? Some of them are now on fire, and it's spreading a bit down the line; Nora managed to ram his finger into some of them, but he's watching in fascination even as he sucks on it to soothe the burn.]
Way to go, Nora-inu.
[Nora freezes, crouched awkwardly over the ants. When he looks up, it's with a glare, and if you're paying attention, his hands just clenched into fists. In the dirt.] WHO'S A DAMN DOG, HUH?!
[He shoots to his feet next, and lets fly at the cameraman -- what's flying? Why, flaming ants, of course.]
[The communicator falls to the ground with a blast of static.]
((ooc: Sho and Nora are both five year olds. :|a ))
[Said dog-eared individual seems to be holding something round with a handle and concentrating very hard on getting it as close to the ants as possible. It's fairly sunny at the moment, and there's reflected sunlight on the ground and in his face.] Hey, is it supposed to take this long?? I don't remember it taking this long.
Give it ≤ 1 minute. [The voice comes from the person holding the communicator.]
It's already been like ten minutes, you sure this thing isn't broken or something-- [In his agitation, Nora accidentally digs the magnifying glass into the ground, crushing some of the ants--] ... DAMMIT-- Ow-- Oh.
[Remember those poor ants? Some of them are now on fire, and it's spreading a bit down the line; Nora managed to ram his finger into some of them, but he's watching in fascination even as he sucks on it to soothe the burn.]
Way to go, Nora-inu.
[Nora freezes, crouched awkwardly over the ants. When he looks up, it's with a glare, and if you're paying attention, his hands just clenched into fists. In the dirt.] WHO'S A DAMN DOG, HUH?!
[He shoots to his feet next, and lets fly at the cameraman -- what's flying? Why, flaming ants, of course.]
[The communicator falls to the ground with a blast of static.]
((ooc: Sho and Nora are both five year olds. :|a ))