fail_assassin: (*Right!*)
All right!

I might be weak, but my will is strong! As long as there are people who need protection in God's house, them I'm going to do everything I can!
After all, there's no where else for me to go right now...

Though, isn't it a little strange? Have there been less attacks lately, or am I just imagining things? [She lets out a tired moan.] Not that I'm ungrateful, I have been feeling a little woozy lately... Maybe it's all the dust in the air?

[Gasp!] Who goes there?!

Come out, or I'll give you a taste of my PRINNY BOMBER!

AAAH! THERE'S NOTHING OVER THERE, DOOD!

L-let's not get hasty, dood!

Just put the Prinny down, dood. Gently.

[[ooc After the apartment building on Latimir Street was destroyed, Flonne went to go help defend St. Peter's Church out of her right and duty as a Fallen Angel. Except now, the effect of Lavos feeding time is making her a little more... demonic.]]
fail_assassin: (Space Detective Justice Flonne)
[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...
fail_assassin: (Serious)
[BZZZAP! Guess who's been slacking off with her communicator?]

WAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[Flonne quickly picks her head up off of the pillow on her bed, whips the blanket to the side and stands up on her feet, bowing apologetically... to no one.]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll-... [Slowly, she looks up. Her communicator is sitting on the bed and currently focused in on her dirt smudged face. A mark of yesterday's trials in the forest with Laharl. Blink.] The communicator?

[She sighs deeply, and then raises back up to her full height, stretching her arms above her head] Geez... that really gave me a scare! Good morning, Mr. Communicator. I'm sorry that I've been neglecting you. I've just been so busy lately, and...

Oh! Wait. That's not the important thing. [Clenching her fists tightly, she puts on a new face of determination.] I have to wake Laharl up right away so that we can try and save that poor bird trapped in the Item World!

[The Fallen Angel runs off screen, and her voice is distant as she calls to the Overlord and tries to wake him up.] Laharl! Laharl! Please, wake up! It's an emergency!

[[ooc After witnessing Chocobo's sudden disappearance, Flonne is convinced that he's trapped in the Item World and not Luke's own memories.]]

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