XIV. [Video] backdated to eaaaarrllllyyyy mooooorrrning (6/30)
[ladies and gentlemen, Vector Prime...again, in video this time. but he doesn't look his standard pristine self - far from it. though the camera is only of his neck up, it's clear he's been in a fight. there's a trail of blood from his mouth and the side of his forehead, his eye looks like it's freshly blackened, let's not forget the fresh burns strewn across his face - this is all aside from the fact that he also looks like he's gone for a swim very recently.]
[in short, it's clear that he's seen better days.]
[he's not looking at the camera - with the way it's positioned, it looks like it'd be awkward for him to be the one holding it. Vector is actually speaking /over/ the camera, in that strange ancient-primal-mechanical-tonal language he's been heard to speak from time to time - the one that sounds more ancient than Ancient. what's more, there's someone else talking back at him. and where Vector's voice in the language has traits not unlike the timeless tenor of a violin, smooth and strong...the other voice sounds deeper. darker. like a hollow, echoing drum.]
[after a few traded sentences, Vector spits a bit of blood off to the side, then glances at the comm, as if noticing it for the first time]
-when did you turn that on?
[cue chuckle from the mystery voice. Vector rolls his red eyes. it's pretty clear he's in pain, but at the moment, he seems more annoyed than anything else.]
This better be private, you clearly know how to use that filter.
[a beat, as he looks over the camera - then he frowns and switches to Cybertronian, attention returning to the comm]
Sentinel Prime. [he shoots off a quick series of coordinates in none other than Malgus Elite Guard format - someone must had done a bit of research last time he was there, or it stuck with him. whatever the reason] You'll...need a medic. Bakura, if you can get him.
[he looks back over the camera. he's still annoyed, still in pain, but now somewhat resigned.]
You're not going to let me forget this, are you. [LONG-SUFFERING-SIGH as the other party says something that sounds /entirely/ too amused] Well, I suppose knowing is half the battle, and at least I know that you can be-
[end comm]
((OOC; IC responses will be late to nil.))
[in short, it's clear that he's seen better days.]
[he's not looking at the camera - with the way it's positioned, it looks like it'd be awkward for him to be the one holding it. Vector is actually speaking /over/ the camera, in that strange ancient-primal-mechanical-tonal language he's been heard to speak from time to time - the one that sounds more ancient than Ancient. what's more, there's someone else talking back at him. and where Vector's voice in the language has traits not unlike the timeless tenor of a violin, smooth and strong...the other voice sounds deeper. darker. like a hollow, echoing drum.]
[after a few traded sentences, Vector spits a bit of blood off to the side, then glances at the comm, as if noticing it for the first time]
-when did you turn that on?
[cue chuckle from the mystery voice. Vector rolls his red eyes. it's pretty clear he's in pain, but at the moment, he seems more annoyed than anything else.]
This better be private, you clearly know how to use that filter.
[a beat, as he looks over the camera - then he frowns and switches to Cybertronian, attention returning to the comm]
Sentinel Prime. [he shoots off a quick series of coordinates in none other than Malgus Elite Guard format - someone must had done a bit of research last time he was there, or it stuck with him. whatever the reason] You'll...need a medic. Bakura, if you can get him.
[he looks back over the camera. he's still annoyed, still in pain, but now somewhat resigned.]
You're not going to let me forget this, are you. [LONG-SUFFERING-SIGH as the other party says something that sounds /entirely/ too amused] Well, I suppose knowing is half the battle, and at least I know that you can be-
[end comm]
((OOC; IC responses will be late to nil.))