[Visual] [To everyone]

[smecker]

The tablet gives an image of... Paul Smecker, looking slightly disheveled, and Glitch looking seriously disheveled, as well as bleeding from scratches on his face. Both of them are rather damp although Glitch is fairly water-logged.

"--just fucking hold still and let me check you for--"

"--this is more important--"

"Alright, you talk, I check for concussions, genius--"

Glitch clears his throat and addresses the city via Paul's tablet. "We have a situation. There's... some sort of monster, I suppose, running loose-- ugly yellow-- ow! careful-- ugly yellow thing with... horns, fangs, claws--"

Glitch breaks off into a fit of coughing. He's cradling one hand with the other. Behind him, his shop can be seen-- with black smoke pouring from the roof. Paul grabs the tablet back while pushing a water bottle at Glitch.

"Yeah, I guess whatever the fuck did that to his shop is loose and screwing around. He-- what?"

(Glitch and Paul both talk for the next ten seconds, making what either of them is saying indistinguishable. Finally Paul looks back to the tablet.)

"--okaaaay, I guess it, he, was wearing a prisoner bracelet and he, uh, speaks in rhyme. The fuck, Glitch?"

"I'm not making that up! Here, give it back!"

Paul sighs, and hands the tablet over again.


[ooc: OKAY so as usual I fail at my own deadlines, but, WARNING IS NOW UP. Feel free to react. Keri, if you want to add more stuff from Glitch other than what we discussed, go for it like a boss. <3 Big Fighty Post coming soon.]

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[location] aww yes time for the annual Grand Theft Taxon scene

[aintnoconvict]

"...that works too," Glitch remarks with a little shrug and hobbles toward the car. Okay, already grateful for the car-borrowing since he's starting to doubt that ability-to-walk assertion.

Maybe his grip on Bagoas' hand is a little tight...maybe he really ought to have followed Mayalnd's advice and tried that laying-down thing.

[location] zipping off into the sunset!

[smecker]

Eunuch, genius, and FBI agent all present and accounted for? All hands and arms and feet inside the vehicle?

Then they are off, putting some distance between them and the sadly smoking soul of Glitch's work in the city.