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Final Investigation
[It's been about 24 hours since CT was killed. Blaze has made no other moves, and his robots are mysteriously absent.
In fact, it's almost too quiet.
But then there's a note in Pyrrha's PIP that...she didn't write.]
In fact, it's almost too quiet.
But then there's a note in Pyrrha's PIP that...she didn't write.]
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Over here, there's a futuristic space television. It's basically just a screen set into the wall. Below it, there's a little table with some drawers.]
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Maybe the little machine on the table has something to do with that?]
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If there is he'll give it a lil poke. ]
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Tape not detected.
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... Hey, Mozu, we should look around for a tape. It's probably a little square thing.
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[let's check out those drawers, then!]
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There's quite a few down here, but most of them are dusty. Only two appear to have recently been touched.]
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Hey, Noctis, are these those tape thingies you're talking about?
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[ He looks over all of them, then takes out the two tapes. Let's plunk one into the machine. ]
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There’s my girl!
[You can’t see him, even when he swings the girl up onto his hip, but the voice is clearly that of a much younger Blaze Dudely.]
Were ya good for Scraggly? [There’s a yup from off-camera, and for just a second it turns enough to see a tilted view of Scraggly the Janitor. He looks exactly the same as he did when the Champions knew him.] That’s my girl. I gotta get ‘er home to her parents, Scrags, but I’ll catch up with ya later. You're comin' to the party after the swearin'-in, right? Renegade's gonna bring one o'her lava cakes.
[Yup. They start to move off, the camera focused on the child as they go.]
That sound good, girlie? One o'Mommy's chocolate cakes?
Yeah!
[Blaze chuckles and ruffles her hair.] I'll make sure you get th' biggest piece. Orders of the mayor!
[The picture fuzzes over, and fades abruptly to black.]
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...Oh. Um. That's what those do.
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Yeah. They're recordings...
[ ... he pops that one out, then puts in the next. ]
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The sparring session doesn’t last long. Dudely dodges the girl’s charge with ease, and disarms her with an easy flick of his weapon.]
Not too bad, girlie, but your grip’s off. Here - Sunshine, make yerself useful and grab that saber.
[Apparently this was directed at the cameraperson, because the view shifts as they go to retrieve the weapon. They’re just shy of picking up the saber when they pause and the camera swings as they jog to the other side of the room and grab the hand of someone with nails painted in the colors of the Flavortown flag.]
Got one, Cap’n!
[In the background Blaze Dudely and his protege roar with laughter. The other person makes a confused noise before sighing heavily.]
It was funny the first four times, Sun. [The cameraperson, Sunshine, laughs and off-camera Blaze Dudely calls out “Still funny the fifth, doc!”]
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Is there anything else around? ]
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[...this is actually kind of reminding her of something she was on the periphery of and is Unsure about...]
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[She picks a dusty one out at random and hands it on over!]
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WHAT... THE HECK...]
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