SEVEN.

[failhound]

• VOICE •

[THUNK, CRUNCH.]

[and so at long last! we are back with more comm abuse as Nora's communicator hits something quite solid, knocking it on and straight over to--]

• VIDEO •

--TCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING THE DAMN THINGS!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THEIR UGLY MUGS WITHOUT YOU HELPING 'EM ALONG!HEY, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO

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[ACTION!]

[u_n_asplode]

[GLEEEEE. Was she in a bad mood before. It certainly doesn't seem like it now! Except in the...exceptionally violent way she is behaving.

Flandre couldn't find a Reaver this time, though--they're smarter than to hang around when DEATH FROM ABOVE is hanging around too.

So, here Nora! Have a severed arm this time around.]

[ACTION!]

[failhound]

I SAID WAIT!! Seriously, what the hell are you d--

[In the back of his mind he actually thinks being able to send stuff sailing into the stratosphere with his spear is pretty cool too. Even if it initially happened by accident.

Thus! He will swing and smack the arm away, even if he's busy protesting.]

--THAT'S IT. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!

[At least they got rid of some Reavers, those things are freaky and stink like hell and he doesn't like them.]

[ACTION!]

[u_n_asplode]

[Now she is waiting!

...that's not exactly the nicest look on her face, though.]

[ACTION!]

[failhound]

[... Yeah lookin' kinda creepy there, Flan. A lot like the time you red-texted at him.]

... What? What's going on with you now??

[video]

[littlemissfreud]

[Watching because OH BOY THAT LOOKS FUN.]

[video]

[failhound]

[join ussss this is excellent exercise madam]

What're you looking at?!

[video]

[littlemissfreud]

[well gosh mister, i dunno about that!]

Whatever you guys are doing, of course.

[video]

[failhound]

[you know you want to]

I'm not doing anything except trying not to get hit in the face! I dunno what she's trying to do.

[video]

[whatthefactor]

[CRUNCH PING.]

[video]

[failhound]

[oh you]

... It's not funny!

[video]

[whatthefactor]

[Have Sho, covered in dirt, blood, and grime. Look who's been having way too much fun.]

Am I laughing?

[video]

[failhound]

Hmph. No. [BUT YOU LOOK WAY TOO HAPPY for him not to be suspicious currently]

[also you're gross, but it's better than the Reaver closeups he keeps getting]

What'd you do?

[baka_jyanai]

WHOA!!

[video]

[failhound]

Gah--

[you startled him thanks :|]

--DON'T DO THAT!!

[baka_jyanai]

I WANNA PLAY TOO!

[video]

[failhound]

IT'S NOT A GAME!!

[to him, anyway, IT'S NOT AS FUN WHEN YOU'RE SUDDENLY DRAFTED]

[ action! ]

[evaluative]

[ is actually out and about. sure, communicators are fine for keeping tabs on people, but nothing beats field experience! but then there are things that are probably better left...alone. like this. ]

Is this a game to you?

[ yes he does sound quite....impressed-but-not-in-a-good-way. ]

[ action! ]

[failhound]

[Welcome to Reaver Baseball 101, please watch your head.]

... Hey!! Don't blame me for this, blame HER!

[Teleporting batshit loli where are you THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. Just sort of... points vaguely where he saw her last.]

[ action! ]

[evaluative]

[ shame that no one here has insurance. and raising an eyebrow, now. ]

I had not realized you were so much of a child to resort to such excuses.

[ action! ]

[failhound]

[Why would you want insurance just so you could be gypped, silly grandma.

Annnnd cue bristling.]

I'M NOT MAKING IT UP!!