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futurology2018-02-04 04:51 pm
pummelling) wrote in futurology2018-02-04 04:51 pm
video > text; un: white_lotus
[Happy.... approximately.... 1 in the morning, Team Ophelia. The video greeting the network is tough to make out, but the faint cries of insects in the dark, otherwise still night seem to indicate that Kung Jin's outside. A small oil lantern near his feet bathes him and the farmhouse he's sitting in front of in a faint orange glow.
Anyone looking carefully will also spot a young boy in his mid-teens, head bobbing occasionally into the side of the frame as he nods in and out of sleep. Jin glances over at him, rolling his eyes.]
Hey, team.
[Jin settles forward in his seat, fiddling with his robe and continuing in a low whisper.] Some ronin geniuses, on both sides, are trying to overtake farmhouses in the Flowerlands and convert them into makeshift bases. If you're still up and not too far, I'm gonna need some help keeping watch out here.
[Jin's shrugging out of a sleeve, now; the fabric slips from his shoulder to hang loose at his waist.]
The farmers aren't exactly equipped to deal with this alone.
[Right on cue, there's a rustle of definitely not cicada-noise in the background. Jin's eyes narrow. On his way to notching an arrow, he swats the kid beside him in the shoulder with the longbow. (He comes to with a snort, looking around wildly and brandishing the farmer's scythe he has gripped tightly in both hands.)
He pulls his arm back, muscles taut and steady as the bowstring that's a second from letting loose--
annnnd he switches, abruptly, to text.]
And you might want to make it snappy.
Anyone looking carefully will also spot a young boy in his mid-teens, head bobbing occasionally into the side of the frame as he nods in and out of sleep. Jin glances over at him, rolling his eyes.]
Hey, team.
[Jin settles forward in his seat, fiddling with his robe and continuing in a low whisper.] Some ronin geniuses, on both sides, are trying to overtake farmhouses in the Flowerlands and convert them into makeshift bases. If you're still up and not too far, I'm gonna need some help keeping watch out here.
[Jin's shrugging out of a sleeve, now; the fabric slips from his shoulder to hang loose at his waist.]
The farmers aren't exactly equipped to deal with this alone.
[Right on cue, there's a rustle of definitely not cicada-noise in the background. Jin's eyes narrow. On his way to notching an arrow, he swats the kid beside him in the shoulder with the longbow. (He comes to with a snort, looking around wildly and brandishing the farmer's scythe he has gripped tightly in both hands.)
He pulls his arm back, muscles taut and steady as the bowstring that's a second from letting loose--
annnnd he switches, abruptly, to text.]
And you might want to make it snappy.
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[For a minute or two, he watches Jin in the distance just to make sure he won't have to leap in to the rescue. Seems decently equipped.] It's Inuyasha. Fine. Hurry up, would you?
HEY! [He doesn't mean for it to be in a comm, but what can he do. From the roof, he springs up into the air, and his descent is strangely slowed, giving him enough time to toss his arm back and sweep his claw down as he starts landing faster.] Iron Reaver Soul Stealer! [The ground splits into four tumultuous rows, knocking apart two clashing ronin and flinging them a few yards away.]
I'll meet you there!