[For just a minute or so, there's just the rumble of an engine. A keen ear could probably tell it's not 100% perfect, but at least it works. He turns it off with a satisfied sigh and you could probably hear him grin.]

Now she just needs a new body.

... Akihiko, right?

I... Think I'm gonna have to put off our match for a bit.

Should be back to my old self within a few days. Plus a few scars.

I'm gonna need someone to spar with, keep myself up to scratch. I must've gotten lax since I got here or something.

Maybe Master was right...

Motherfuckers.

Shit, I wasn't expecting to get caught out so quick. Least it didn't kill me, but still.

[There's some heavy, ragged breathing followed by a decidedly wet cough. He goes quiet for a moment to take in a deep breath. Remembering that no one speaks Korean, he speaks in Japanese.]

... Could use some help.

Second time that's happened.

The sky was strange earlier. Did anyone else see it?


[ooc; his Japanese has gotten better, but it's still not all that great. Just a note for all you out there]

[A long silence followed by a deep breath.]

... You assholes ain't funny.

You know, I was looking around.

I can't believe how many of you just sit around and are willing to make yourselves comfy here. Don't any of you have homes to go back to? Have you all forgotten we've been kidnapped and are being held here against our will?

Smells like Stockholm Syndrome from a lot of you.

Personally, I've got things that need doing back home. I'm not willing to believe it's futile just yet.

I miss it. The thrill, the fights. Being the best. I can't do that here.

You people are insane. I prefer the Mishima Zaibatsu and their goddamn family problems to this place. Jin's still an asshole who owes me a fight and if he shows up here I'm gonna kick his ass.

There, that's good for another two weeks.

[Have a sudden yelp of pain and some loud cursing in Korean]

What the hell kind of place shocks you?! This is worse than the army, shit.

Just gets better and better.

[he takes a deep breath, the next things he says are in Japanese. It's not great, it's accented and disjointed, but understandable.]

... I haven't had anything important to say. This place is weird.

[The transmission opens to the sounds of a scuffle and a loud yelp as whatever he was fighting turns tail and runs away after taking quite the beating, in the background, Hwoarang can be heard shouting obscenities and abuse at the running monster]

_{Oi~! Come back and fight me asshole!}

[Foosteps and the clink of spurs getting louder as Hwoarang comes back to pick up his comm where he dropped it.]

Eh? Jin?! Is this your doing?

Tch, I don't know what those Mishima idiots are up to, but leave me out of your family problems. Okay?!

... Shit! There's more of 'em!

[More running. Then a door slamming as he runs inside a building. Soft panting as he tries to catch his breath, the next thing he says is in slow, heavily accented and disjointed English.]

Uhh... Hello...? Where... am I?

None yet B|

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