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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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I got your girl. You still coming?
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I will. Can you send coordinates? Or whatever it is we use?
[ "whatever it is we use" being the most newbie thing anyone can say but fuck it. ]
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[and, ping-- there they are.]
You need her awake or not? She's kind of out cold.
[And she still will be, if Rohan makes it there soon-- Jin's waiting inside the little shed he's been utilizing as a miniature base all night, with a lantern and a roughed-up ronin with a nasty lump on her head.]
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[ a very heart-warming thought. ]
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The hell are you going to do to her?
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I'm sure I'll manage.
Are you almost here?
-> action
[ and true to the message, he arrives at the coordinates. he would have been faster but... well from the way he's dressed, immaculate and fresh, he clearly took some time just getting ready. who would dare come to an interrogation not looking like they're ready for the runway? not rohan kishibe that's who. ]
Are you Jin? [ he asks with a small yawn following. what an annoying time to be alive. ]