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lostnetwork2012-09-22 08:06 pm
cu_chulainn) wrote in lostnetwork2012-09-22 08:06 pm
Accidental!Video;
[There was a chirpy little whistle which signified the mirror turning on to a video feed, though no one seemed aware of it. Feferi sat on Lancer's shoulder, though she was unseen--pointing at things with her index finger a bit rudely before he reached over to set her on the ground. Wordlessly, Lancer manifested his spear--though, all the camera could see was the flash of red light and the tip of the spear before he swung it and took out the side of an old abandoned building by the caves.
Dozens of steel rods fell in from the exposed section of wall, landing at their feet. Lancer sat down after prying one out of the pile, resting it on his lap.]
It's no good, fightin' bare handed--even if you're really good at it. If someone else comes around that you can't handle, you'll be put out.
Whale, I'd like to meet whatever you might think could be doin' that. [But despite her words, she sounds incredibly excited.] Excluding the present company, of course. We ain't all got your fancyfins magic.
No magic this time. Trust me, I hate relyin' on the stuff. [Lancer propped up one of the steel rods, lifting the tip of his spear up to it. Then, he began shaving strips of steel off of the tip of the rod, sharpening it to a point bit by bit. When he was done, he raised it up for Feferi to take.] See? It's a quick-fix, if any. Too bad we can't carry the rest of these rods in case we don't have time to sharpen that one up on the go.
[Feferi literally hugs the spear to her chest with a gleeful glub.]
I'll just be havin' to make it count, now won't I? [A ridiculous number of glubs follows that.] We'll be eating good tonight, all kinds of cluckbeast skewers!
Birds? I thought they were turtles.
Are they?
They were making noises you'd figure a bird would make, but they definitely looked like turtles.
I just thought that meant they were all ugly birds. [Very seriously: ] They must be birdles.
[All the humor evaporated from Lancer's expression.] We're not callin' them that.
Dozens of steel rods fell in from the exposed section of wall, landing at their feet. Lancer sat down after prying one out of the pile, resting it on his lap.]
It's no good, fightin' bare handed--even if you're really good at it. If someone else comes around that you can't handle, you'll be put out.
Whale, I'd like to meet whatever you might think could be doin' that. [But despite her words, she sounds incredibly excited.] Excluding the present company, of course. We ain't all got your fancyfins magic.
No magic this time. Trust me, I hate relyin' on the stuff. [Lancer propped up one of the steel rods, lifting the tip of his spear up to it. Then, he began shaving strips of steel off of the tip of the rod, sharpening it to a point bit by bit. When he was done, he raised it up for Feferi to take.] See? It's a quick-fix, if any. Too bad we can't carry the rest of these rods in case we don't have time to sharpen that one up on the go.
[Feferi literally hugs the spear to her chest with a gleeful glub.]
I'll just be havin' to make it count, now won't I? [A ridiculous number of glubs follows that.] We'll be eating good tonight, all kinds of cluckbeast skewers!
Birds? I thought they were turtles.
Are they?
They were making noises you'd figure a bird would make, but they definitely looked like turtles.
I just thought that meant they were all ugly birds. [Very seriously: ] They must be birdles.
[All the humor evaporated from Lancer's expression.] We're not callin' them that.