002. [Video/Voice.]
[ Hazama's taking a stroll. Going by the video feed - which swings and lurches like the communicator is being dangled from his wrist, thumping against his pocket - he's apparently somewhere off into the woods in the East, in what now must be one of the redder zones in the city. Because well, sure, the world's kind of all going to hell and everyone's super duper intent on killing each other in a big way 'cause they all kinda threw their marbles down the shitchute and got their guns out - but he's a pretty adaptive guy, and crazy's kind of laced into his cereal anyway so it's just not doing much to provoke his batshit any more. No more than usual, anyway. Lucky, lucky him.
- Still kinda making it hard to keep up some nice-little-investigator pretense, though, and he wasn't doing all that great before this shit arrived - so if nothing else, he's just a little bit more transparent than usual, his voice laced with a dark edge, something barely restrained and uneasy to hear. ]
You know, it was kinda funny when you were all running around like chickens looking for their heads and all? But now that whole song and dance is starting to get a little bit... boring. I'm not the only one who's noticed, right? I mean, it's not like anyone's even died yet, and you're really gonna regret wasting all that energy when things start to get really fussy around here. There are all kinds of things that could happen that'd make you really miss it.
... Not that I know anything about that specifically, but. I mean, DAMN. It's not like things are getting any better, right?! This shithole pretty much just permanently stinks! It stank when I arrived and it still freakin' stinks, and even if it improves, it's still just degrees of shittiness. You can't make a silk purse from a sow's ear, as they say.
Aaah, I don't even know why I'm bothering to talk. Pretty sure you're all lobotomised by your own crazy by now. Life's just as tough here as at home, it seems... for humans, anyway.
[ He pauses, waiting for someone to reply. Obviously having forgotten that he needs to transmit the whole feed, first. ]
Guess so.
Well, I guess I'll just keep on waaaaaaalking, then! Just keep on moseying on through this indeterrrminate part of the wood-
Oh, oooooooooopsie daisies!
[ He apparently hooks his foot in a tree branch and trips dramatically. In sloooow motion, he lets the communicator tumble out of his hands and into the grass and bed of brown leaves, where it rolls and rolls a bit and then comes to a stop - and in its viewfinder is the very bottom of some strange, black, monolithic object... ]
- Oh, ohohohoho! Whatever could this be?!
[ There's a little bit of shuffling, and Hazama seizes the communicater, looking into it with his slit gold eyes for a moment before he kills the video, leaving only the audio - and in that split second, what could be seen behind him was the rest of the monolith, towering up into the sky. And on its face, a sigil.
And he obviously has no part in this at all. Obviously. ]
Looks a little... familiar, to me. I bet it'd come in reeeeeeeal handy for anyone who finds it... right?
[ Too bad the wood's so fucking big and scary right now!
Communication terminated. ]
- Still kinda making it hard to keep up some nice-little-investigator pretense, though, and he wasn't doing all that great before this shit arrived - so if nothing else, he's just a little bit more transparent than usual, his voice laced with a dark edge, something barely restrained and uneasy to hear. ]
You know, it was kinda funny when you were all running around like chickens looking for their heads and all? But now that whole song and dance is starting to get a little bit... boring. I'm not the only one who's noticed, right? I mean, it's not like anyone's even died yet, and you're really gonna regret wasting all that energy when things start to get really fussy around here. There are all kinds of things that could happen that'd make you really miss it.
... Not that I know anything about that specifically, but. I mean, DAMN. It's not like things are getting any better, right?! This shithole pretty much just permanently stinks! It stank when I arrived and it still freakin' stinks, and even if it improves, it's still just degrees of shittiness. You can't make a silk purse from a sow's ear, as they say.
Aaah, I don't even know why I'm bothering to talk. Pretty sure you're all lobotomised by your own crazy by now. Life's just as tough here as at home, it seems... for humans, anyway.
[ He pauses, waiting for someone to reply. Obviously having forgotten that he needs to transmit the whole feed, first. ]
Guess so.
Well, I guess I'll just keep on waaaaaaalking, then! Just keep on moseying on through this indeterrrminate part of the wood-
Oh, oooooooooopsie daisies!
[ He apparently hooks his foot in a tree branch and trips dramatically. In sloooow motion, he lets the communicator tumble out of his hands and into the grass and bed of brown leaves, where it rolls and rolls a bit and then comes to a stop - and in its viewfinder is the very bottom of some strange, black, monolithic object... ]
- Oh, ohohohoho! Whatever could this be?!
[ There's a little bit of shuffling, and Hazama seizes the communicater, looking into it with his slit gold eyes for a moment before he kills the video, leaving only the audio - and in that split second, what could be seen behind him was the rest of the monolith, towering up into the sky. And on its face, a sigil.
And he obviously has no part in this at all. Obviously. ]
Looks a little... familiar, to me. I bet it'd come in reeeeeeeal handy for anyone who finds it... right?
[ Too bad the wood's so fucking big and scary right now!
Communication terminated. ]