First Vlog | video | daemon: hunterd

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt had tried typing on Hunterd's weird light-based keyboard for all of about eight seconds, before he got tired of that and turned the camera on instead. It's late, there's a hole in his side, and he has things he needs to do. He's wearing a hospital gown, and he's clean. He also looks strangely healthy for a patient, a result of his real powers coming back in full force. ]

What is up, my people. I'm Wyatt, and this guy – [ Gesturing at his daemon, and therefore directly at the camera. ] – is Hunterd. Well, I guess you can't see him. Uh…oh, check this out.

[ He snags a handheld mirror from a bedstand nearby, and holds it up in front of Hunterd. It shows a daemon shaped like an enormous black wolf, easily twice the size of a regular wolf. Those of you who knew Wyatt's adoptive dad, Hunter, might think he looks familiar. After a few seconds, Wyatt lifts the mirror away and grins at the camera. ]

He's badass, right?! He's like a robowolf. I mean I guess you all have one of these but damn. Hunterd is a beast.

Anyways, we are brand new to Space Apocalypseland! Welcome to our first vlog. I'm calling this episode: What the fuck was up with New York, man?!

[ He holds up his hands. ]

Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Wyatt, don't be stupid, that was just some crazy dream', right? That's what I thought too, except!

[ He holds up one finger, then steps back, and pulls the gown off over his head. There's a square dressing over his ribs, which Wyatt peels back to reveal an ugly, jagged wound held together with stitches. He points at it. Exhibit A, ladies and gentlemen. ]

Check this out. Do you see the size of this thing? I think it's gonna scar!

[ Which he says like that's great news. He pats the dressing back over it and leans down towards the camera. If he's in pain, he's not showing it. ]

I ain't ever had a dream that did that. But for real, that shit was fucking crazy. How many of you had your powers switched? Cause, check that box for me, but also, they turned me human, and I'm a goddamn werewolf, guys. That's not cool. The hot guy who rescued me, though? He's cool. Man, if you're listening to this, I owe you one. I think you said your name was Jaden? Hold your hand up or something, I would literally be dead if it wasn't for you.

[ That's the most sincere Wyatt has sounded in this whole video, though he's actually been serious about everything. He doesn't put the gown back on, implying that he really does intend to film the rest of this in his underwear. He does move to sit on his hospital bed, though. He might look more energetic than he should, but that wound is still healing. ]

Next on my list: calling home. Does anyone know how we do that, cause Hunterd says he can't, and there's a bunch of people I know who need to get their asses here. It's important, I'm kind of a big deal.

[ Pause. ] I'm just kidding, but I do need to talk to them, so if you got tips, help, advice. Carrier pidgeon? I'll take it. I guess that's all. Come say hi, this place is fucking boring. I'm out!

[ He salutes the camera while it signs out. ]

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[astralera]

If that wound proves troublesome you are welcome to contact me. I am a talented healer and did not lose my touch while away.

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[bratpack]

oh hey
that's real nice of you but i'll be okay
werewolves heal fast. you should've seen it when it happened, i'm much better now

thanks for the offer though

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[astralera]

That is good to hear.

The offer has no expiry, if you have need of me in the future.

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[bratpack]

thanks. hey you ever think about working up here at the hospital? if you're really a healer i bet they could use you
i figure injuries might be a thing around here
seeing as it's a war and all that

[astralera]

I was not aware there was a hospital.

One might say I am more of a field medic, as I am normally on the front lines fighting. So the times I am free of other obligations I shall look into offering my help there.

[bratpack]

oh
hey so are you a soldier??

were you in the other world, like the crazy fake new york apocalypseville?

[astralera]

Of a sort, yes. I have slain gods and destroyed armies to keep my home safe. I will continue to do so until I am no longer needed, or until my death.

I was. Why do you ask?

[bratpack]

i was just interested
idk how many people went there from here
do you remember what you did there??

also, being a godkiller? is fucking badass, i'm just saying

[astralera]

I remember some parts more clearly than others. Mostly it is like remembering a dream, though I did retain some knowledge. I am less confused by modern speech than I had been before.

I was a human paramedic with healing abilities. It was a stressful false life.

My thanks. It is admittedly very odd to go so long without a Primal god to slay.

[bratpack]

yeah i'll bet

[ This is the weirdest conversation he's had in a while, man. ]

hey when are you from?
like are you from the past
like the nineties?

[astralera]

I am not from any version of 'Earth'.

I am from Eorzea on the planet Hydaelyn and it is the Seventh Astral Era.

[bratpack]

[ Wow that means absolutely nothing to him. ]

cool, cool

so like
does that make you an alien? had you ever met humans before you came here?

[astralera]

I do not know what an alien is.

But my world has humans as yours does. They are simply called Hyur, and are one of many various races.

[bratpack]

oh, that's kinda cool

is it weird to ask what you look like? i mean i'm not really human either
but i mostly look like one, when i'm not a wolf

[astralera]

I look like any other human, save for my horns in place of ears, patches of scales on my body, and tail covered in scales as well.

[bratpack]

okay thats cool

i'll look out for you.
hey you got a name?

[astralera]

My apologies. I am Era. It is good to meet you, ser.

[bratpack]

ser??
i'm just wyatt. hey do you like it here? like when you ain't having your memories switched or whatever

[astralera]

My apologies, Wyatt. On Earth it would be considered an antiquated form of 'sir'.

Xistentia is not a horrible place, though I hold no great fondness for it.

[bratpack]

can i ask why not? it seems okay to me, i mean
my world was getting fucked, so i'm pretty glad of the halfway house you know?

[astralera]

It is not home.

The being destroying my world is one of the Primals I am meant to defeat. I cannot kill it if I am not there.

[ and that fact has been a great source of agitation since her arrival. ]

[bratpack]

ok but i thought being here is how we defeat that thing? like it's all part of destiny right? or fate
or whatever look i probably need to read the info again. but i'm pretty sure that's what it said

[astralera]

Yes, supposedly there is a virus of some kind infecting our worlds. Regardless, it is I who should be there still and not my companions. They would be better suited to this world than I. I could fight to give others the time to fix whatever this virus is that is augmenting Shinryu's strength which would allow him to be sealed or otherwise defeated.

[bratpack]

yeah but you can still do something by being here
i mean that's the whole point isn't it? we're here to help it's just not like
the traditional way of fighting

which i'm okay with cause i kind of suck at that honestly

[astralera]

I am more accustomed to the traditional methods of fighting.