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exsilium2013-08-10 01:35 pm
overclocking) wrote in exsilium2013-08-10 01:35 pm
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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Was that...
it?
He tries it again, but alas, the canister is empty. Well.] I don't know—
[He chucks the extinguisher aside and spins around, facing Rosette and Chrono again.] There should be another one on this floor! [ pointing at them!! ] Get away from the fire! And don't throw pans at it!
[And he races back out of Unit 304 as quickly as he'd come.]
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To Chrono:]
Do you know what just happened?
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Um...
I'm sure he knows what he's doing.
[About as well as he knows how to use a sword, maybe.]
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What the hell are you guys still doing here dammit. OH WELL. Time to save your apartment!!]
I've got it!
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It may or may not have been successful. But it's coating your cabinets and counter, at least. So you're welcome.]
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[It takes out most of what was spreading down the face of the counter and a little of the far surface. Quickly, Rosette crows and swoops in with wet towels, smoothering the weakened flames in that area.]
Chrono, the left! Kid, keep it trained near the door, don't let it cut us off.
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He does as he's instructed, treading carefully in the white, fluffy mess still covering the floor, but it's with the air of someone who is seriously questioning what's happened in their life to lead up to a moment like this one.
The wet towels make a morose FWUMP-squish noise as he slaps them on the counter.]
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[These things barely hold anything, evidently. BUT HE MUST KEEP HELPING.] Do you have more towels?
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He hands Allen one of the soggy towels he's been thwacking things with, sparing Rosette no more than a single, dirty, vitriolic glare.]
Use this! Quickly!
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I didn't know a microwave could do something like this!!
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Rosette slumps against one wall waving away the smoke in a somewhat futile gesture.]
Neither did I.
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Ok. You know what? Ok.]
No one bothered to tell us the future is so dangerous!
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Well that's... something.
Allen decides it's best if he doesn't focus very hard on it.]
But I don't understand... microwaves don't even use fire to cook, how did it start one?
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It's the only explanation. This wasn't an accident, it was an exorcism.