nameofexorcist: (Pain)
Get away!

[During his struggle with the sharks, Kresnik knocks the communicator off the table and its video feed turns on. Unlike his normal self, the commander looks rather panicked and desperate, fending off an invisible foe with his ARM. He suddenly starts swinging his gun around before firing a shot at the sharks, only for it to miss and destroy part of the wall in his apartment.]

Argh! I can't concentrate-- [His motions become more frantic as the sharks continue eating away his mind. After a few more moments of struggling, his ARM suddenly dissipates back into thin air as he falls onto the floor, not moving any further besides his breathing.]

[ooc: Kresnik is now out of commission. Any responses will be answered by his moe roommate, [livejournal.com profile] moegraphics]
nameofexorcist: (Worried)
[Kresnik didn't quite recognize the room he was in when he finally woke up today. However, that problem will be addressed later... there is something else that he needs to talk about first. After all, the last thing he remembered was being knocked out during the Resistance Impulse.

Sitting on a chair, the soldier turns on the video feed on his communicator and talks directly to it with a serious, but almost quiet tone]


...Yesterday, you might have noticed large electric spheres flying around Discedo. Those attacks were the result of my weapon and my own careless behavior.

[He pauses for a moment]

If anyone was injured or a building was damaged during yesterday's attack... please inform me now. I will accept the consequences of my actions.

[He also sends out a text that basically says the same thing before setting down his communicator on the table]
nameofexorcist: (...)
[Kresnik is standing in the middle of his room, holding a rather large gun in his hands. He points it at a wall for a moment before a frown starts to develop on his face. The soldier actually seems somewhat frustrated as he lowers the gun so that the barrel is pointing at the floor]

....damn.

[His hand grips the handle of his gun tightly]
nameofexorcist: (Pain)
[Loud gasping breaths are unknowingly voiced through his communicator, along with the sound of something heavy being dragged across the ground.]

My ARM... [The dragging noise finally stops and Kresnik's loud breathing quiets down to small, barely audible pants. He has found a building to rest against, allowing him to slowly focus on his current problems: where on Filgaia is he and what has happened to the nanomachines in his body?]

...They shouldn't have just stopped working.

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