[Video]

[thanklesswork]

[The video feed turns on and greets anyone watching with a whole lot of nothing. The little gizmo seems to have gone off unattended and is showing what looks like an ungodly mess of a hotel room. There are discarded bottles of booze everywhere and a big 'ol hammer sticking out of a pile of them. Lots of discarded, half-used laundry is on top of any furniture nearby, and if you squint you can see a window that would give a wonderful view of Prospero outside...were it not obscured by broken glass.

Nothing happens for a minute before the audio picks up a little bit of rustling, then the Kid is seen from the corner of the screen's view. For one thing, he's missing his shirt, giving a view of a fit-lookin' body for someone so short...shame the Kid's got a lot of bandaged wounds both new and old marring it. The only indicator of pain from these or a likely hangover would be the occasional twitch on his face.]

Oh...stupid thing's on, ain't it?

[Kid picks the little device up and reaches 'round for the off switch...but he stops for a second and looks right at the camera.]

Hey. If you could go anywhere in the world, where'd ya go?

[That's all he asks before stopping the recording.]

Comments

[Video]

[yukihira]

My hometown, maybe. Although I know that's kinda impossible...

[Video]

[thanklesswork]

I know the feeling. Why not, though?

[assaultedramen]

Yeah, they turn on a lot.

I'd guess I'd want to go to one of those training camps for those guys who fight in that octagon thingy. That'd be a lot of fun.

[thanklesswork]

Octa...what now thingy?

[breatheinthefog]

...I don't know. Why?

[thanklesswork]

Someone from back home always talked about going anywhere in the world. We were on our way when I ended up here.

So...wonder what other folks think is worth seein', here or at their homes, too.

[assaultedramen]

It's a ring that they fight in. Like boxers or karate except they do all sorts of fighting.

[thanklesswork]

Huh. Almost thought you were the homely type, there.

Why the interest?

[assaultedramen]

I like fighting and those girls are pretty good at it.

[thanklesswork]

S'good a reason as any. Hope ya pull it off.

...second time I've wished you luck on somethin'. Startin' to feel like a habit. [Except no crazy Shadow voodoo this time, but eh.]

[assaultedramen]

I think I can deal with being wished luck too many times.

[thanklesswork]

Heh. Fair enough, miss.

Never caught your name.

[assaultedramen]

Onimaru Miki. Yours?

[thanklesswork]

Everyone calls me Kid. It'll do for me. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

[breatheinthefog]

To me, any place is as good as the next.

[thanklesswork]

Not much of a sightseer, huh?

[breatheinthefog]

Not really.

[thanklesswork]

No place you've been worth talkin' about?

[assaultedramen]

That's kind of a simple name, but sure. Nice to meet you.

[thanklesswork]

It does the job.

So you fight? Got any stories to tell?

[breatheinthefog]

It's all pretty pointless.

[thanklesswork]

You say that a lot. There nothin' you enjoy doin' or seein'? [Slight headtilt from the Kid, here.]

[breatheinthefog]

...I like the food they have here.

[thanklesswork]

Really? Any particulars?

[breatheinthefog]

Not much. Most things. Although I still can't figure out what goes on rice.

I like sleeping in beds, too. That's something here that's nice.