[This is a video post. When it begins, the image is of pavement, and a pair of boots, and you catch the tail end of an androgynous voice:] --an't believe I gotta use an actual interface for this, why ain't I eligible for augment eyeballs--
[Someone pressed record too early. Whoops.
The video swings up! Now the view is of a huge, hangar-like warehouse. It's mostly in shadow, with just a few lights illuminating a single-- robot? Standing in the middle of a clear floor. The cameraperson's voice returns.]
All right sibs, none'a y'all are ready for THIS. Hit it, Lirikani!!
[There's no apparent signal given, but music starts booming out of a speaker somewhere, electronic and throbbing. And the robot? Starts to dance. Yup. Of course, it's a robot that looks a little like this and a little like this and honestly, so the dancing looks... odd. The robot's arms keep impacting with the cockpit unintentionally; the video actually jerks a couple times as the cameraperson flinches in response to the noise.
But the real piece de resistance is when the robot tries to execute a spin, gets tangled in it's own legs, and falls hard to the 'crete floor. The cameraperson can be heard swearing, and the video is jumbled and chaotic for a minute, showing the floor again, and running feet, and then hands and a rail as the cameraperson vaults a barrier and drops to the floor below. The voice yells "Liri! Liri!" a couple times.
Then there's a scraping metal sound and the camera swings back up, fixing much more closely on the robot as the cockpit canopy opens against the floor-- and ejects a slim pilot in a dark-colored jumpsuit with some force. The camera tracks the body as it tumbles across the floor, finally stopping just at the edge of the light.]
Liri...?
The pilot sits up and wrestles off their helmet. They's dark-skinned, with a narrow, laughing face, close cropped hair, and brilliantly white teeth. They begins to laugh.]
Did you see that? Oh my god, what a crash! Tell me you got it on camera!
Lirikani and Kubukani || OU OCs || Prompt 6
[Someone pressed record too early. Whoops.
The video swings up! Now the view is of a huge, hangar-like warehouse. It's mostly in shadow, with just a few lights illuminating a single-- robot? Standing in the middle of a clear floor. The cameraperson's voice returns.]
All right sibs, none'a y'all are ready for THIS. Hit it, Lirikani!!
[There's no apparent signal given, but music starts booming out of a speaker somewhere, electronic and throbbing. And the robot? Starts to dance. Yup. Of course, it's a robot that looks a little like this and a little like this and honestly, so the dancing looks... odd. The robot's arms keep impacting with the cockpit unintentionally; the video actually jerks a couple times as the cameraperson flinches in response to the noise.
But the real piece de resistance is when the robot tries to execute a spin, gets tangled in it's own legs, and falls hard to the 'crete floor. The cameraperson can be heard swearing, and the video is jumbled and chaotic for a minute, showing the floor again, and running feet, and then hands and a rail as the cameraperson vaults a barrier and drops to the floor below. The voice yells "Liri! Liri!" a couple times.
Then there's a scraping metal sound and the camera swings back up, fixing much more closely on the robot as the cockpit canopy opens against the floor-- and ejects a slim pilot in a dark-colored jumpsuit with some force. The camera tracks the body as it tumbles across the floor, finally stopping just at the edge of the light.]
Liri...?
The pilot sits up and wrestles off their helmet. They's dark-skinned, with a narrow, laughing face, close cropped hair, and brilliantly white teeth. They begins to laugh.]
Did you see that? Oh my god, what a crash! Tell me you got it on camera!
[...Video end.]