[BZZZAP!] Ouch! A-ah! I mean... [Ahem. Flonne takes on a more gruff and disguised tone of voice, attempting to cover up her high-pitched yelp of surprise from before.] Ouch.

[Clearing her throat a little, she flicks on the camera function of the communicator, and it pans up to... a white motorcycle helmet. Yet those two red eyes behind the shaded and scratched up visor seem strangely familiar. (If the frequency alone wasn't enough of a giveaway... along with the swabs of old acrylic paint that look like wings on each side.)

With a note of approval hitting her voice, she takes a small step back... and then strikes a heroic pose!]

Citizens of Discedo! We have reached a moment of crisis, where an unknown enemy is wreaking terror and havoc across the city!

( We interrupt your regularly scheduled post for an important message. [[Not an IC-cut]] )

[She raises both of her arms up in the air, as if cheering on the viewers.] United together, we're unstoppable! Goooo!!

[Grinning smugly behind the helmet, she gives a salute to the camera.] I believe in your power, as a messenger of justice. [Click.]

. . .

[With the camera switched to voice mode, and not actually off, Flonne can be heard exhaling in the background.] Whew. That thing gets really warm after while...