actual hobbit trash chrono (
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exsilium2013-08-10 01:35 pm
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Entry tags:
- allen walker (d.gray-man),
- chrono (chrono crusade),
- chrysos kineas (original),
- gin ichimaru (bleach),
- huey laforet (baccano!),
- kano shuuya (kagerou days),
- maya fey (ace attorney),
- nathan drake (uncharted),
- natsu dragneel (fairy tail),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- rosette christopher (chrono crusade),
- tempest (original),
- yuri lowell (tales of vesperia),
- ✝ dirk strider (homestuck),
- ✝ kenjirou tateyama (kagerou days),
- ✝ sango (inuyasha),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
o1. video / optional action
[Today, two unforgivable errors were made: the first, he let Rosette use the kitchen.
The second: He let Rosette use the kitchen.
When the feed blinks to life, the serenity of the figure facing the camera is directly at odds with the thunderous cacophony in the background. Chrono just smiles blandly at his unseen audience as a terrible burst of sparks makes itself visible in—is his back to the apartment's kitchen?]
I just had a quick question. [He might as well dive right into it, as a crash echoes around the apartment. He doesn't even flinch.] Does anyone here know how to repair electronics? A microwave, specifically? I think apartment number 304 could use your services.
[It's here that Rosette comes into view, hurdling around the corner as smoke billows in her wake; if Chrono were actually looking, he might think it seems appropriate for Rosette's definition of an entrance. It's unclear whether she's addressing Chrono or the tablet (even realizes he's talking to the tablet) when she bellows FIRE! THAT'S A FIRE! It's very likely the former based on how the serenity of Chrono's smile twitches into something that speaks silent danger for someone.]
Quickly, if it isn't too much trouble? [The feed doesn't cut off; evidently, his quiet fury is such that he completely forgets to turn off the tablet before hurling it across the room to go perform some manner of intervention.
It lands facing a ceiling that is growing increasingly smokey.]
action.
[Anyone who actually approaches apartment #304 will find an impressive cloud of black smoke billowing out of the open door that smells distinctly of burnt electronics and scorched metal. Rosette's voice will make itself known second, shouting about how the kitchen is out to get her and this isn't her fault.
If one actually ventures into the abyss (which speaks volumes toward a capacity for bad decisions, by the way), they'll find a frantic teenage girl and a long-suffering little kid trying to determine the best way to put out an impressive electrical fire.]
The second: He let Rosette use the kitchen.
When the feed blinks to life, the serenity of the figure facing the camera is directly at odds with the thunderous cacophony in the background. Chrono just smiles blandly at his unseen audience as a terrible burst of sparks makes itself visible in—is his back to the apartment's kitchen?]
I just had a quick question. [He might as well dive right into it, as a crash echoes around the apartment. He doesn't even flinch.] Does anyone here know how to repair electronics? A microwave, specifically? I think apartment number 304 could use your services.
[It's here that Rosette comes into view, hurdling around the corner as smoke billows in her wake; if Chrono were actually looking, he might think it seems appropriate for Rosette's definition of an entrance. It's unclear whether she's addressing Chrono or the tablet (even realizes he's talking to the tablet) when she bellows FIRE! THAT'S A FIRE! It's very likely the former based on how the serenity of Chrono's smile twitches into something that speaks silent danger for someone.]
Quickly, if it isn't too much trouble? [The feed doesn't cut off; evidently, his quiet fury is such that he completely forgets to turn off the tablet before hurling it across the room to go perform some manner of intervention.
It lands facing a ceiling that is growing increasingly smokey.]
action.
[Anyone who actually approaches apartment #304 will find an impressive cloud of black smoke billowing out of the open door that smells distinctly of burnt electronics and scorched metal. Rosette's voice will make itself known second, shouting about how the kitchen is out to get her and this isn't her fault.
If one actually ventures into the abyss (which speaks volumes toward a capacity for bad decisions, by the way), they'll find a frantic teenage girl and a long-suffering little kid trying to determine the best way to put out an impressive electrical fire.]
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That really hit the spot. Flames had a nice flavor too.
[He's speaking of the inferno like a critic in a restaurant writing a review.]
It was just the thing after a rough training session.
[Oh right the owners. Better thank them and check on them.]
You guys are okay too right? Good thing I was heading up to my room when this happened huh?
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[No wait, for once, she's going to remember her manners.]
That was incredible! Thank you!
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Are you... also.. okay...? [FIRE ISN'T MEANT TO DO THAT]
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[And for him it really was. Still he should give some explanations.]
Me? Never been better. Fire's nothing but a quick for the Fire Dragon Slayer. That'd be me by the way.
[Oop excuse him while he lets out a tiny flamed burp again but don't worry he doesn't let it light anything on fire again. He's full as it is.]
The name's Natsu.
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Also the pictures had a lot more armor.]
Rosette... Er...
[She nudges Chrono, whispering loudly.] what's polite repayment for a knight?
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Chrono... it's nice to meet you-
[WAVES ROSETTE OFF, honestly. Though she has a good point.]
I'd offer dessert, but I'm not sure how safe that is.
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So Rosey and Chrono!
[figures he'd get the normal name wrong. typical Natsu. Well if they ever run into Lucy she can tell them how he called her Luigi at first. At least Rosey is the same gender!]
Haha nah that's fine. Couldn't eat another bite right now.
[He's not really looking for a reward either.]
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[She doesn't wait for the answer, just barrels right into the question.]
Is that ALL you can eat? I mean, fire only diet sort of thing.
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He has to seriously rethink being dubious of anything right now.]
That's a good question, actually...
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Oh no. I still eat normal food. I just like mine a little more burnt and really really spicy. Flames are good for when my magic's running low.
[And just to prove said magic he makes a " See? " from flaming letters on the top of each finger.]
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... Can you make anything out of that?
Like giant fire birds and things?
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I've never seen anything like that before.
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[Not going to demonstrated that here.]
Yeah I don't think you would since we're all from different worlds.
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I want to see fireworks sometime! When we win big, or something. A huge celebration in the sky. We'll make a bonfire for dessert.
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That would be really nice, actually.
Can you make them work even in the rain?
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[He turns his attention to Chrono.]
Well yea but as you might expect they don't last as long. Water and fire not mixing and all that. But as long as they're connected to my body's flames then they're fine even in rain.
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I don't suppose that's something you can teach, is it?
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No one in this room is using fire magic except the person who's already an expert.
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[Go on. Ask why.]
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Pink hair?
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...
Is he a dragon?
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[He shakes his head with a grin at Rosette before Chrono answers.]
Yep! My dad's the Fire Dragon Igneel~
[And he beams so proudly at that statement. Shows he really loves his mountain tall parent.]
1/2
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Are you sealed then? What do you really look like? Or are dragons naturally human looking...
... And does your parents know you're slaying dragons? I don't want to create issues if I do meet him...
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