turks-reno.livejournal.com[In his ignorance of the fact the phone can lock to people - or that there's anyone to lock it TO - this particular video is unlocked. The tail of Reno's hair gives a little swish as he turns around to face the camera, looking rather satisfied as he regards the lens. Behind him is a shop in Lindblum - he'd picked one that wasn't quite so demolished.]
Hey... errr... everyone? Yeah. Damn, these things work almost like our PHS's at home, huh? Except they have this nifty video thing and a few other functions I'm not sure about. I'm starting to figure it out, at least.
[He sobers after that, straightening a little as though going into something akin to 'standing at attention' - something he'd never been all that good at in the first place.]
Anyway, I'm here in Lindblum, and wondering where the President or the other Turks are at.
[A frown forms on his lips, though he doesn't quite slouch yet, a slightly concerned expression taking over his face.]
Explanations can wait. I'm not sure who's viewing this, and all, so... find me. Or tell me where you're at and I'll try to find you. I've got no clue...
[He walks toward the camera looking uncharacteristically serious, and perhaps just a touch upset.... just before the screen goes dark.]