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re_alignment2012-12-20 06:36 pm
furryfarkinfiend) wrote in re_alignment2012-12-20 06:36 pm
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[Video | The Badlands]
[When the video clicks on, the feed is distorted, something making it very hard to see Rocket.]
Bloody hell.
[An annoyed, chittering sort of growl escapes him and the camera bounces a bit as he wipes it off quickly, the view sharpening now to focus on the grime stained raccoon. He's covered in...most likely unpleasant things, Rocket covered in some of it as well but he doesn't look injured.
Rather pleased with himself in that angry sort of way he has.
His ears flick as he settles the camera down, revealing that's he's currently near the border of the badlands, one paw rested on the laser pistol on its side, his ears swiveling back and forth as he keeps tabs on everything around him.]
Took some advice from one of the farkin' Firstforged and decided to take a little bit of a break from things. I'll be scouting for a bit if anyone needs anything.
Guess I just wanted to see what was so bad about the Badlands.
[He pauses, red eyes narrowing as his ears pitch forward before he snorts softly, the tip of his tail flicking.]
Rumor has it there's no farkin' way to communicate once you get out there so this'll be my last transmission for a bit.
[Rocket freezes again, straightening up a bit as he looks off at something, a smirk appearing as his ears fall back flat against his head.]
I'll be seeing you lot, or maybe I won't. Who knows.
Bloody hell.
[An annoyed, chittering sort of growl escapes him and the camera bounces a bit as he wipes it off quickly, the view sharpening now to focus on the grime stained raccoon. He's covered in...most likely unpleasant things, Rocket covered in some of it as well but he doesn't look injured.
Rather pleased with himself in that angry sort of way he has.
His ears flick as he settles the camera down, revealing that's he's currently near the border of the badlands, one paw rested on the laser pistol on its side, his ears swiveling back and forth as he keeps tabs on everything around him.]
Took some advice from one of the farkin' Firstforged and decided to take a little bit of a break from things. I'll be scouting for a bit if anyone needs anything.
Guess I just wanted to see what was so bad about the Badlands.
[He pauses, red eyes narrowing as his ears pitch forward before he snorts softly, the tip of his tail flicking.]
Rumor has it there's no farkin' way to communicate once you get out there so this'll be my last transmission for a bit.
[Rocket freezes again, straightening up a bit as he looks off at something, a smirk appearing as his ears fall back flat against his head.]
I'll be seeing you lot, or maybe I won't. Who knows.