[The feed opens up with what looks to be a distraught young man. Bangs are of a gray-white hue, a prominent scar over the bridge of his nose, and sweat covering his brow. He also looks like he has a space-like suit, mostly composed of the color back.]
Princess Allura, Coran? Do you read? Paladins, check in! This is Shiro! My lion, it's--
[He hangs his head, scrubbing at his face with one hand.] Who am I kidding? Coran said the wormhole was corrupted. I may have disappeared to a different universe than everyone else.
[Shiro glances at the feed apologetically.]
Sorry, I'm just trying to get in touch with my team.
B. ACTION
[After getting acquainted with his room, and his closet, he steps out in much normal clothing, mostly composed of black colors, but his metal right arm is apparent this time around, instead of being hidden under his space suit.
That same hand flexes and curls its fingers as pink circuits light up over it. He closes his eyes and his hand glows a bright pink. It looks hot to the mere touch, and he lets his hand lash out in front of him in the hallway, slicing a vase cleanly in half. With just his hand.
Shiro flinches, watching the vase, and its contents crumble to the ground. He kneels down, trying to pick it up.]
Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane | Voltron: Legendary Defender
I think I have this working...
[The feed opens up with what looks to be a distraught young man. Bangs are of a gray-white hue, a prominent scar over the bridge of his nose, and sweat covering his brow. He also looks like he has a space-like suit, mostly composed of the color back.]
Princess Allura, Coran? Do you read? Paladins, check in! This is Shiro! My lion, it's--
[He hangs his head, scrubbing at his face with one hand.] Who am I kidding? Coran said the wormhole was corrupted. I may have disappeared to a different universe than everyone else.
[Shiro glances at the feed apologetically.]
Sorry, I'm just trying to get in touch with my team.
B. ACTION
[After getting acquainted with his room, and his closet, he steps out in much normal clothing, mostly composed of black colors, but his metal right arm is apparent this time around, instead of being hidden under his space suit.
That same hand flexes and curls its fingers as pink circuits light up over it. He closes his eyes and his hand glows a bright pink. It looks hot to the mere touch, and he lets his hand lash out in front of him in the hallway, slicing a vase cleanly in half. With just his hand.
Shiro flinches, watching the vase, and its contents crumble to the ground. He kneels down, trying to pick it up.]
At least I know that still works...