Video: Late Wednesday

[oreskahouse]

[The video turns on to a very bedraggled, dusty Thero with a torn tunic and several nasty bruises, scowling and pressing buttons with an expression that makes it clear he might as well be poking a dead rat for all he approves of this little device. Eventually, he decides to accept that it's working. His expression lightens some, all the way to formality with an overlay of confusion.]

Third damn time... Ahem. This is L- This is Thero i Procepios. Most of you don't know me, but I've been given to understand this is an open-ended means of communication. As well as a monitored one, so I'll be brief. In the wake of the sky practically falling in the moment I... arrived and my lack of a stomach for battles, I've met very few of you, and I wouldn't blame anyone for distrusting me. However, when it comes to recovery, I may be able to make myself useful. I've been hesitant to explore even now that things seem to be quiet. I'm unfamiliar with this kind of combat and I suspect I'd only get in the way or get myself killed if things were to resurge, but if someone can direct me, I'm entirely willing to venture out again. I have some basic training as a healer, but I'd be best suited to removal of rubble or even assisting with reconstruction. And, frankly, if anything specific, especially anything odd, needs doing, there's every likelihood I could find a way to assist.

[Is that a good way to suggest magical help without outright saying it? He's never had to try that before. Close enough. For another minute he struggles with the device, scowling, until it finally shuts off.]

Comments

[oreskahouse]

That's a good point. This will do for everyday purposes, but I don't like this mode of communication. Partly because it's monitored.

[Mostly because it makes him feel dumb.]

[Thero fishes what looks like a stick with a blue stripe painted on from his pocket, mutters a few words under his breath, and hands it over.]

In an emergency, you can break this and it'll convey a short message to me. Just a few sentences and it will cut off. Or if you're in immediate danger, just snap it, and I'll know where you are.

[catchingflies]

Huh.

[Todd takes the stick, and turns it this way and that curiously. Hey, at least it's kind of nice of the guy to want to help if he's in trouble. Or something.]

Thanks. I'll do that, I guess. You can talk long-distance with that wizard-stuff, then?

[If the phones are being monitored, that's really pretty handy.]

[oreskahouse]

I much prefer it, honestly. It also allows instantaneous travel, which takes a great deal out of me but is very convenient in emergencies.

[Just so he knows what'll happen in the event of having to just snap the stick.]

[catchingflies]

Oh, so yer a teleporter? Or, I guess, you can just do what they do. With this magic stuff.

[Todd nods, and shifts to stuff the stick into his back pocket. It sticks out several inches, but at least it seems relatively secure.]

Guess I'll see you around, then, yo.

[oreskahouse]

[They? But maybe he better not push. He's not very good at kids, and this one seems at the end of his capacity for interest.]

I'm sure you will. I don't expect to be hard to find.

[catchingflies]

[Thero would be right about that. Todd's about done here. He gaves Thero a platful sort of salute, and starts for the door out. He pauses just outside, snickers, and answers him over his shoulder,]

Maybe next time I needja I'll just hang out, outside your window!

[He's joking. Mostly. Since Thero's window would just be a slit near the ceiling, given he's downstairs.]

[oreskahouse]

It would be very boring. I wouldn't bother.

[But that was very nearly pleasant. There might be some hope after all.]