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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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Are you saying what I think you're saying
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A little mischief can't be seen as an act of outright violence. No one dies, but the unwelcome part is obvious.
We'll need a 60 lb. bag of feathers, though.
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You're crazy, and that's stupid... buuuut maybe crazy and stupid will work.
You ARE the authority on mischief, anyways.
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We'll need a few more with bright ideas and above average creativity with pranking.
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Damn. I don't even know who's still AWAKE right now. [gods know he doesn't want to be up either lmao he's hella gonna pass out later] I'll try to make some late night jewelcomm calls, but I don't think I'll get anything. If not for tonight, it'll always come in handy in the future.