first soul; video
[And he's yelling. At first, the communicator fails to pick up on the words - it's nothing more than a loud, staticy mess of screamed syllables. The video is no better - it's spinning around, blurred, catching nothing more than a spiral blur. If you listen carefully, you might be able to discern such words as 'fuck' 'technology' 'humans' and 'angel bastard'.
The new arrival pauses to take a breath. Panting, gasping. The video finally focuses - on his leg. It's a very nice leg, though the jeans he's wearing are ripped and gross. The comm is flipped, catching a glimpse of the ceiling before it focuses properly on his face.
He does not look happy.]
Oh. [His red eyes narrow sharply. His visible fang digs into his lower lip, a growl rumbling from his throat.] About time you turned on, you fucking waste of space.
YOU! [He points at the screen - missing the camera completely, mind you, and glares.] LISTEN UP YOU BASTARDS! You've got the wrong fucking guy! I don't [A pause. The word is spit out like poison] save anyone. I'm not a damn Hero. I'd rather die than take that fucking title.
Point me back to Japan!
The new arrival pauses to take a breath. Panting, gasping. The video finally focuses - on his leg. It's a very nice leg, though the jeans he's wearing are ripped and gross. The comm is flipped, catching a glimpse of the ceiling before it focuses properly on his face.
He does not look happy.]
Oh. [His red eyes narrow sharply. His visible fang digs into his lower lip, a growl rumbling from his throat.] About time you turned on, you fucking waste of space.
YOU! [He points at the screen - missing the camera completely, mind you, and glares.] LISTEN UP YOU BASTARDS! You've got the wrong fucking guy! I don't [A pause. The word is spit out like poison] save anyone. I'm not a damn Hero. I'd rather die than take that fucking title.
Point me back to Japan!