[Video]

[tyrantball]

When the feed snaps on, there's nobody in the frame - just a massive gun. The feed stays trained on it for at least half a minute before it's moved around to stare Desco in the face.

"Listen up, all you humans! Desco and Miss Nano beat up a big red guy the other night, and Desco stole his gun!"

At this, Desco glances away from the video feed towards the direction of the gun and licks her lips.

"Desco doesn't know what it's made of, but it's the most delicious metal she's ever tasted. So the Final Boss is officially putting out a bounty on ALL of the red guys! If you bring Desco their guns, she will personally see to it that someone you don't like will cease to exist!"

A slight pause as she considers her offer.

"Desco reserves the right to refuse if her target has already brought her a gun. And also if Desco likes the target Desco will probably just kill you instead."

She gives the camera a bright smile, showing off her shark-like teeth.

"Now, if you've got all that, heed the words of the Final Boss and go beat up those red guys!"

Addendum:

The feed suddenly snaps back, revealing Desco once again.

"All Desco wants is the guns. If you can get one without beating up the red guys, feel free to do that instead. Bye bye!"

Comments

[tyrantball]

The lines of communication have broken down somewhere, apparently.

"...how would you grow glass?"

[trombeoverride]

"I'm sorry, I heard grass. Perhaps there is a glitch in my communicator. Hrm, blue glass is doable."

[tyrantball]

Desco grins.

"Desco will help~! She knows where to find barbed wire and copper pipes for garnishes!"

[trombeoverride]

"Perhaps if we set up some sort of a trap to get the base guns first. Like how you catch lobsters than work on getting the spices."

[tyrantball]

Desco grins happily and nods.

"Yes!"

A slight pause.

"...say, who do you want Desco to erase from existence, anyway?"

[trombeoverride]

"Hrm? Oh no, I'm taking this as a challenge to me as a chef and a chance to make a young girl smile. If someone needs to be erased from existence, isn't it more satisfying to do it yourself?"

[tyrantball]

"Ahh, you really get it!"

Hold on while Desco drops into a curtsey, adding a little flaring of the spines at her hips to the end of it.

"Desco would be honored to know your name, Mister!"

[trombeoverride]

"Rätsel. Rätsel Feinschmecker."

He nods.

"Then I shall begin looking for a site to spring a trap."

[tyrantball]

Desco nods enthusiastically.

"Okay!"