Isaac Lahey (
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exsilium2014-01-19 11:20 pm
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Video; oo3 [3am]
Um.
[The video feed kicks on at some ungodly hour during the night and finds Isaac- or, more accurately, the faint outline of Isaac. The world around him is dark, but for what it's worth, he seems to be outside. In the snow.
The first thing you'd probably notice is that he isn't dressed for it at all. Isaac is actually pretty much wearing a t-shirt, fabric pajama pants, and has no shoes or socks to speak of. He's drenched, shivering something awful, and seems to be rather in the middle of nowhere.]
I could use a little help. [His teeth chatter as he speaks. Not fun.] Is anyone awake? I just kind of... woke up here a few minutes ago. So, uh- a jacket or a way home would be nice.
[[ooc: Isaac's weapon is sort of in the process of leveling up and as a result, he's sleepwalkin'. Anyone is welcome to find him! c:]]
[The video feed kicks on at some ungodly hour during the night and finds Isaac- or, more accurately, the faint outline of Isaac. The world around him is dark, but for what it's worth, he seems to be outside. In the snow.
The first thing you'd probably notice is that he isn't dressed for it at all. Isaac is actually pretty much wearing a t-shirt, fabric pajama pants, and has no shoes or socks to speak of. He's drenched, shivering something awful, and seems to be rather in the middle of nowhere.]
I could use a little help. [His teeth chatter as he speaks. Not fun.] Is anyone awake? I just kind of... woke up here a few minutes ago. So, uh- a jacket or a way home would be nice.
[[ooc: Isaac's weapon is sort of in the process of leveling up and as a result, he's sleepwalkin'. Anyone is welcome to find him! c:]]
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I would never say you are inept.
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[But Isaac shakily lifts to his feet a few moments later, taking an awkward step in the too-large shoes.]
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[she makes no move to help him, but she does get to her feet, dusting off her pants]
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[The flirt comes out hollow, but Isaac laughs softly at his own words, heading for the door.]
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[her counter-flirt is dry, almost deadpanned. Because what else do you respond with? Tempest pls]
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[He smirks at her as he opens the door, hunching his shoulders in the cold.]
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No you don't.
[she buttons up her coat all the way and follows him out the door, hands stuffed into her pockets]
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