eleventh ♘ accidental video
[The feed is abruptly cut on by curious paws! Hestia proceeds to sniff the camera a moment before bonding away, jumping onto Ron’s bed with a mewl. The red head in question was currently shoving a shirt over his head, so you get a nice view of his back and the scars that litter it for a few moments before he speaks up.]
What’s it now? Going to have to hush up soon enough, you know.
[Shirt now jammed down onto his body, he glances at that demon kitten before looking around.] Where’s it gone off to now—[Then he spots the PCD! And in a few strides he reaches it, scowling at the object quick enough.] Oh, bugger. Don’t tell me you’ve gone and turned it on—No wonder I went and picked you.
[Shaking his head, Ron plopped back on the bed (Hestia curling up beside him can be seen momentarily). At least he appeared relatively fine after the aftermath of Riddle—a few fresh cuts, his injured arm lobbed open and of course torture curses, but overall aside from a wince he seems alright.] Least it seems like everyone will stop going completely mental soon enough. Always knew it was a matter of time. Especially him. [It's said with a dark undertone before he tries to move on. Alas, it takes several moments for his face to relax even after he starts speaking] The break from it was good, feel mad enough without adding onto it.
[Clearing his throat.] Anyway, anyone got a few loose chess pieces? Bout time I fix my board up proper. Right, and the rest of the building should be cleared off so if anyone wants a level—[And then he stops at an after thought, and really only Nathan will get this.] Oy, you sodding twat. Got a day, don’t forget. ‘Less you want to be left out.--Erm.
How often is it people disappear, anyway? Loads seem to have left since I got here. Bit weird taking us and letting us go all that easily.
…Reckon that’s it. Less someone wants to tell me how they get the mickey out of ruining perfectly good punch. Just sick, if you ask me.
What’s it now? Going to have to hush up soon enough, you know.
[Shirt now jammed down onto his body, he glances at that demon kitten before looking around.] Where’s it gone off to now—[Then he spots the PCD! And in a few strides he reaches it, scowling at the object quick enough.] Oh, bugger. Don’t tell me you’ve gone and turned it on—No wonder I went and picked you.
[Shaking his head, Ron plopped back on the bed (Hestia curling up beside him can be seen momentarily). At least he appeared relatively fine after the aftermath of Riddle—a few fresh cuts, his injured arm lobbed open and of course torture curses, but overall aside from a wince he seems alright.] Least it seems like everyone will stop going completely mental soon enough. Always knew it was a matter of time. Especially him. [It's said with a dark undertone before he tries to move on. Alas, it takes several moments for his face to relax even after he starts speaking] The break from it was good, feel mad enough without adding onto it.
[Clearing his throat.] Anyway, anyone got a few loose chess pieces? Bout time I fix my board up proper. Right, and the rest of the building should be cleared off so if anyone wants a level—[And then he stops at an after thought, and really only Nathan will get this.] Oy, you sodding twat. Got a day, don’t forget. ‘Less you want to be left out.--Erm.
How often is it people disappear, anyway? Loads seem to have left since I got here. Bit weird taking us and letting us go all that easily.
…Reckon that’s it. Less someone wants to tell me how they get the mickey out of ruining perfectly good punch. Just sick, if you ask me.