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Seventy-Second Cross - [Accidental Video]
Nov. 14th, 2010 07:01 pmBZZZZT!
[And once again, Cecil has completely ignored his communicator. Unfortunately, it chose to go off at the worst appropriate time, and as it continually buzzes, there's lots of frantic sounds before-- the device skids across the floor and stops a few feet away, to show Cecil wrestling down a medium-sized coeurl.
He seems to be struggling against the tiger-like creature, but oddly enough, he has the upper hand. With his arm around its neck, he attempts a sleeperhold-style move, even though the cat tries clawing at his arm. Although he fights to keep his balance, he finally manages to stand up and push the coeurl towards the ground. He pins its head down with his knee and whips out a syringe... then he promptly stabs the animal.
In a matter of seconds, it stops struggling.]
I'm not going to fiiiight you again... hn.
[...Well, that came out a little squeaky. He clears his throat. For a good moment, Cecil looks positively bewildered.
Then the moment passes and he pats his pocket, realizing the communicator was no longer in there. He spins about, eyes scanning the area, before--aha! As he retrieves the device, he gives the video a look: you saw nothing, Discedo.
Click!]
[And once again, Cecil has completely ignored his communicator. Unfortunately, it chose to go off at the worst appropriate time, and as it continually buzzes, there's lots of frantic sounds before-- the device skids across the floor and stops a few feet away, to show Cecil wrestling down a medium-sized coeurl.
He seems to be struggling against the tiger-like creature, but oddly enough, he has the upper hand. With his arm around its neck, he attempts a sleeperhold-style move, even though the cat tries clawing at his arm. Although he fights to keep his balance, he finally manages to stand up and push the coeurl towards the ground. He pins its head down with his knee and whips out a syringe... then he promptly stabs the animal.
In a matter of seconds, it stops struggling.]
I'm not going to fiiiight you again... hn.
[...Well, that came out a little squeaky. He clears his throat. For a good moment, Cecil looks positively bewildered.
Then the moment passes and he pats his pocket, realizing the communicator was no longer in there. He spins about, eyes scanning the area, before--aha! As he retrieves the device, he gives the video a look: you saw nothing, Discedo.
Click!]
