[Accidental Video to Audio]

[fireworks_plz]

[The video feed shows part of the large blanket that Kuukaku had set up outside, a bottle of sake and two saucers resting on a thin board to keep them upright. Kuukaku is coming back on-screen a distance away with a small chest supported by her left arm and hip, looking bored but her expression changes into one of confusion and she stops. Closer to the feed, the alien is looking at the little sake set up a little too close for her liking.]

Oi, what are you doing?

[Her expression goes from mildly confused to horrified as the alien purposefully tips over the saucers of sake, more importantly--whether intentional or not--the one meant for her older brother Kaien was spilled first onto the board.]

Y-you... You disrespectful little bastard! How dare you do that!

[From horror to rage, she watches as the alien purposely looks at her then tips over the bottle with a finger. Dropping the chest on the ground, Kuukaku runs over with her good arm pulled back, an orange aura appears around her fist as she readies a kido attack.

The moment her fist hits the ground where the alien was standing, a pillar of fire explodes up and outwards. The communicator is thrown back and lands back in the shallow snow as the video goes dark but the audio continues. Another explosion is heard over the sound as Kuukaku yells angrily.]

Come back here!!

Comments

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

What?!

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

James is interested in your explosives. [So is he, but she's yelling at him, so he doesn't feel inclined to admit it.]

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Tch!

[With a final glare at the alien, she looks back at the feed.]

Who's James?

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

He looks about twelve or so, and he doesn't say much. He's also called Hong Kong.

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Hn... Maybe I've spoken to him but didn't know his name.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be surprised. He talks to just about anyone.

He and I wanted to know if you'd show us how you make yours.

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Hrm... If he's twelve then no. I'm not comfortable teaching a kid about explosives.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

He's technically about 60. And he already knows how. He makes fireworks, and I've shown him how to make dynamite and rocket bombs. He's good at it.

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

... I'll think about it. I already got my hands full with this stupid thing.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's fine. Trying to make bombs with these things around isn't worth the trouble. [He knows already from experience.]

Let me know when you decide.

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

I will-GET AWAY FROM THAT!

[She glares offscreen before running back over to the chest that she brought out and slams her foot on the lid.]

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

[Whoa. 8|;;;]

...What's in there?

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

[Her anger is back tenfold as she glares at the nosy little guest.]

Things that don't belong to disrespectful nosy alien brats!

You already ruined the tribute to my brother so you better start praying if I catch you trying to ruin anything else!

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

[Okay....]

...I'll talk to you later, Kuukaku.