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[flynninomite]

[The video clicks on to a claustrophobic view of what appears to be dark fabric, then abruptly shifts, tipping upwards to reveal a scowling man looking like he's seen (much) better days. Judging from the angle, the netbook is being propped up on his knee with one hand while he sits reclined against a wall; the other hand is pressed firmly to his stomach. It quickly becomes clear that the fabric isn't dark - it's just covered in blood, both beneath his hand and again at his left shoulder. His face is similarly accented by a few cuts and bruises, not to mention a fair amount of dirt.]

Testing, testing- [A strong English accent, interrupted by a cough.] I don't know what the hell this is about, but I'm guessing it's not heaven. Either way, I'd like to stick around long enough to find out. The odd woman said I could get assistance on this thing - so here I am, calling for assistance.

Can I get a sodding doctor over here?

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[flynninomite]

[ Flynn will take that bet and raise you a Tree of Life. ]

Don't flatter yourself. Listening to a teenager whine about their mediocre tragedies isn't exactly the thrilling prospect you seem to think. [ Okay, so it kind of is. Mostly because this kid is weird and evasive in an awfully deliberate way, and he wants to know why. ]

[omicron]

[ a tree of what. ]

Medioc—my tragedies are plenty thrilling. [ so offended rn. not really. ]

Besides, you seem like a guy who enjoys a healthy helping of death and danger, huh? Why don't you tell me your hair-raising tales of escape and attempted murder? I mean, look at you. You could be Indiana Jones if you had a hat.

[ and were... less english. ]

Who stabbed you, anyway?

[flynninomite]

Yeah, yeah. [ Actually letting go of his gut wound to wave his hand dismissively at Stiles's tragedies. But gosh, Indiana Jones? You're going to make him blush.

Except not really, Indiana Jones is an amateur. Flynn's the real deal, baby. ]

Blunt and none of your business, but hey, I've got nothing better to do. Let's just say my latest employment contract was terminated a bit prematurely.

[omicron]

[ stiles rolls his eyes. ]

Somehow, that is not surprising to me. [ he shifts a bit, making another grossed out face when he glances back down at the bloody mess that is flynn's side. sorry, dude, but stiles' business is making other people's business his business, and when he wants to know, he'll find out.

or try, at least. valiantly. ]

I'd say mafia, but that's kind of an Italian-only thing, and no offense, but you don't really scream organized crime. Don't get me wrong—I'm sure they've got that in England, or wherever you're from, but I'm also pretty sure a suit and tie is mandatory uniform if you're going to go all Godfather on people.

I wasn't kidding about the Indy thing either, but, uh... assassin? Catwoman? Lara Croft? Tell me if I'm getting warm.

[flynninomite]

[ Flynn makes a face at the camera while Stiles rattles off theories - either he's grimacing from the pain, or from the barrage of noise coming through the feed. Nosy, much? Also almost completely right - on almost all guesses, depending on when and where in Flynn's life you specify.

... Catwoman and Lara Croft, though. Honestly? He's about to be offended, but then he actually considers it. Yeah, okay, maybe they are apt comparisons. As for Indiana Jones - he'll leave that "it belongs in a museum" crock to Drake. ]

Minus the cleavage and catsuit, you've about nailed it.