001 ☢ Accidental Video
Mar. 19th, 2012 06:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[The video turns on and then bobs up and down, a sure sign that a moogle is filming. It's taping Lady as she speaks with another moogle, going over the welcome speech. Perhaps the most notable thing about her is the large missile launcher on her back and the many pouches of ammo lining her body. She's always armed to the teeth.
She carefully drops the munny into one of the pouches with some room to spare, but keeps the hotel key between her index and middle finger. When she looks over toward the moogle holding the communicator, it lets out a small:] Uh-oh, kupo!
You've got to be kidding me. Didn't we already discuss this?
I-I just thought it might be best, kupo. Just in case...
[She reaches out to pluck it from the moogles little paws. For once she didn't need guns to intimidate something - though that's how she'd first reacted - the poor thing is scared enough with just a look.]
I already told you, it's useless. There aren't any friends or family members left to find.
[She drops her gaze to the mouse-eared device with a near-challenging gaze, and then shuts it off. There's only one person left alive that she'd consider more than an acquaintance and less than a friend, but she wouldn't ask for him, and she wouldn't let herself hope.]
She carefully drops the munny into one of the pouches with some room to spare, but keeps the hotel key between her index and middle finger. When she looks over toward the moogle holding the communicator, it lets out a small:] Uh-oh, kupo!
You've got to be kidding me. Didn't we already discuss this?
I-I just thought it might be best, kupo. Just in case...
[She reaches out to pluck it from the moogles little paws. For once she didn't need guns to intimidate something - though that's how she'd first reacted - the poor thing is scared enough with just a look.]
I already told you, it's useless. There aren't any friends or family members left to find.
[She drops her gaze to the mouse-eared device with a near-challenging gaze, and then shuts it off. There's only one person left alive that she'd consider more than an acquaintance and less than a friend, but she wouldn't ask for him, and she wouldn't let herself hope.]