Time for EXPLOSIONS!
[Backdated to before Towel Day, sob]
[The feed clicks on and is immediately focused on Duo's grinning face]
Hey, guys! So I'm being paid to invent bigger and better ways to blow shit up with some pals of mine this month. We've got most of the kinks worked out, so following is going to be a demonstration of what we've accomplished in the past three weeks.
[an added mutter:] Material theft notwithstanding.
[With that, the camera swings away from Duo's face and is propped firmly next to what appears to be a rocket launcher, and is now showing the length and breadth of a very large, mostly empty warehouse. There is a large, conspicuous rocket tucked out of the way at the far end.]
[On the other side of the warehouse, there's another rocket launcher ominously pointing towards the direction of the camera. Kon slips out from where he was behind it, lab coat nowhere to be seen and hair loose in an appearance that would make any lab scientist cringe from the lack of security measures, chewing on what seems to be a tiny screw driver.]
The direction and chemical levels seem to be a-okay here. [He crouches to check on another visor on the lowest side of the launcher.] Yeah, things seem to be alright here. What about your end, Zexion?
[A few meters away, near yet another rocket launcher and bent over a table full of burets and beakers and flasks, Zexion glances up. This one is actually wearing appropriate lab apparel. He nods, then turns back to the table, making some final measurements before he answers.]
Everything's fine. [He stands finally, pulling off his gloves and then reaching into his pocket for a pair of earplugs. He slides them into place, adjusting them as he looks over.] Are we ready, then?
[From somewhere behind the audio pickup] Just get it over with already.
[Kon slips back behind the launcher] Alright! In 3, 2, 1...
[And then, from their separate spots across the room, they each fire their own launcher. The fireworks erupt from them and careen towards each other in a giant burst of sound and light, until they finally meet in the middle of the room and
EXPLOOOOOODE
[It is a beautifully coordinated display of some seriously impressive pyrotechnics if they do say so themselves (and they do). Everything is going perfectly and according to plan until one tiny, otherwise insignificant rocket shoots off trajectory and goes spiraling
Straight towards
The giant, out-of-the-way rocket at the far end of the warehouse.]
Sh-shit! GET DOWN!
[In a rather overdone-but-necessary-move-out-of-an-action-movie, the four run and duck out of the way as the enormous rocket is hit by the stray, causing easily the biggest explosion so far. Even the camera, on the far side of the room, gets hit, and the screen fills with static as the circuits are burned. The blastwave topples it to the floor, somehow causing the proper wires to reconnect and continue the feed. The warehouse is in ruins, pieces of machinery, metal, plastic and wood scattered about.]
[The room stays quiet for a very long moment. Then, finally, one of the large, broken planks of wood shifts and topples to the side, and Zexion lifts himself up from under it. He blinks, lifting a hand to try (and fail) and rub the ash off of his face.] ...S...status?
Blue is Kon
Grey is Duo
Purple is Zexion
Red is Rita
[The feed clicks on and is immediately focused on Duo's grinning face]
Hey, guys! So I'm being paid to invent bigger and better ways to blow shit up with some pals of mine this month. We've got most of the kinks worked out, so following is going to be a demonstration of what we've accomplished in the past three weeks.
[an added mutter:] Material theft notwithstanding.
[With that, the camera swings away from Duo's face and is propped firmly next to what appears to be a rocket launcher, and is now showing the length and breadth of a very large, mostly empty warehouse. There is a large, conspicuous rocket tucked out of the way at the far end.]
[On the other side of the warehouse, there's another rocket launcher ominously pointing towards the direction of the camera. Kon slips out from where he was behind it, lab coat nowhere to be seen and hair loose in an appearance that would make any lab scientist cringe from the lack of security measures, chewing on what seems to be a tiny screw driver.]
The direction and chemical levels seem to be a-okay here. [He crouches to check on another visor on the lowest side of the launcher.] Yeah, things seem to be alright here. What about your end, Zexion?
[A few meters away, near yet another rocket launcher and bent over a table full of burets and beakers and flasks, Zexion glances up. This one is actually wearing appropriate lab apparel. He nods, then turns back to the table, making some final measurements before he answers.]
Everything's fine. [He stands finally, pulling off his gloves and then reaching into his pocket for a pair of earplugs. He slides them into place, adjusting them as he looks over.] Are we ready, then?
[From somewhere behind the audio pickup] Just get it over with already.
[Kon slips back behind the launcher] Alright! In 3, 2, 1...
[And then, from their separate spots across the room, they each fire their own launcher. The fireworks erupt from them and careen towards each other in a giant burst of sound and light, until they finally meet in the middle of the room and
EXPLOOOOOODE
[It is a beautifully coordinated display of some seriously impressive pyrotechnics if they do say so themselves (and they do). Everything is going perfectly and according to plan until one tiny, otherwise insignificant rocket shoots off trajectory and goes spiraling
Straight towards
The giant, out-of-the-way rocket at the far end of the warehouse.]
Sh-shit! GET DOWN!
[In a rather overdone-but-necessary-move-out-of-an-action-movie, the four run and duck out of the way as the enormous rocket is hit by the stray, causing easily the biggest explosion so far. Even the camera, on the far side of the room, gets hit, and the screen fills with static as the circuits are burned. The blastwave topples it to the floor, somehow causing the proper wires to reconnect and continue the feed. The warehouse is in ruins, pieces of machinery, metal, plastic and wood scattered about.]
[The room stays quiet for a very long moment. Then, finally, one of the large, broken planks of wood shifts and topples to the side, and Zexion lifts himself up from under it. He blinks, lifting a hand to try (and fail) and rub the ash off of his face.] ...S...status?
Blue is Kon
Grey is Duo
Purple is Zexion
Red is Rita