Behind every great hero...

[Video]

[Daxter looks decidedly less confident and smug than usual when he comes on the screen. He's even scratching the back of his head awkwardly and looking like he's considered not saying whatever's on his mind.]

So, ah, not that it's a big deal or anything, but we haven't had a decent shindig since Christmas and...

[Rubbing his arm now.]

Well, it's kinda selfish of me ta ask, but with so many new faces I thought I might throw a party at the Eco Barrel on Friday...if yer interested that is. I know I get on you guys' nerves sometimes an' can be a real pest but a lot of you still put up with so if ya don't wanna come that's fine too.

[Voice]

[This is not a video post, which should be the first indication that something's up.]

So, uh, yeah, just lettin' you guys know the club's closed until further notice okay? Since I'm not there to run it an' stuff.

I'll see ya when I open again.

[Accidental Video]

[The feed cuts on, showing Daxter's back. His fur is standing on end as a peculiar purple electricity crackles in and around his body. It lasts only a few seconds and then he stands and turns around. Very little has changed physically, but something is off.

His eyes have gone from blue to purple, and his expression is completely different from himself. It can be called hungry...in a manner that promises trouble for anyone or any thing he comes across.

Not even looking at the recording phone, he moves offscreen.]

((ooc: So, Dark Daxter is running around in Dax's body. Feel free to bump into him. Depending on the situation, he may fully transform.))

[Video Post]

[Daxter seems to out for a walk.]

This week's been kinda boring, huh? Real quiet in that way that makes you think there's gonna be trouble...

Wish something a little more interesting would happen today.

[The next instant there's a yelp from the Ottsel and the video falls to land beside and open storm drain. Daxter's scream can be heard from inside, indicating his current location. Guess he should have been watching where he stepped, huh? After a little longer there's a dull thud from the storm drain.]

OOF!!!

[The feed is then blocked by the underbelly of Dax's dragon, who stepped over to peer down the drain.]

[Accidental Video]

[When the feed clicks on, there's a residual purple haze somewhat covering the screen. A moment later, Daxter hops over the 3STP, but his foot catches the device and he and it go tumbling to the floor. The Ottsel has a lot of small scratches and gashes, several that must've been earlier in the week, but seems to be fine otherwise.

He bolts off screen again just as a white, clawed hand passes over the space he just occupied, crackling with an odd purple energy. Booted feet pass over the 3STP before it cuts itself off.]

[The 3STP activates as it smashes into something, resulting in a screech and a lot of static. Behind the noise, a certain ottsel can be heard raging, in his native language for once, and appears to be throwing stuff around. Finally, the static quiets and Daxter can be heard grumbling nearby, in Common.]

Damn phone's pretty durable. Next time I'll make sure it breaks...