[The Midnighter is not one with technology. Sure, he can use a TV and a computer just fine, but that doesn’t mean he’s an expert, or even a fan of portable technology. So give him a moment to figure out what the hell he just turned on. In the meantime, get a nice shot of leather crotch, a white crescent insignia on top of a gray upside down triangle on his chest, and some scandalous trench coat shots with some hall shots mixed in before the camera finally makes its way up to his cowled face--a very, very unhappy cowled face.]
This is a heads up to the assholes who decided I needed a new piece of jewelry.
[In case it isn’t blatantly obvious what he was talking about, the camera pans down to the collar around his neck. And if you still weren’t sure, the Midnighter puts his thumb between it and his costume and tugs at it before panning back up to his face. He doesn’t like wearing something he can’t break.]
Just know that when I find you, I will kill you. And it ain’t going to be quick, either. No, that’s too generous. It’ll be days... weeks, depending on whether or not I get bored, between the first cut and the time you breathe your last breath. I know ways to keep you alive and in agony so that your death will be on my time, and not a second before. That’s a promise.
[Breaks into a huge grin.]
And for the record? I’m not gonna get bored.
[Midnighter's been reading through his 'berry before making this video so he's caught up on where he is and what he's in store for, but he's still pissed and felt the need to threaten something.
So... Anyone want to talk to him?]
((OOC: He has a
Permissions Post over here.))