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cawsforalarm) wrote2014-09-21 03:58 pm
cawsforalarm) wrote2014-09-21 03:58 pm
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FIRST CURSE: video/action
public gear video - location unclear
Oh, hey! It did a thing!
[Two faces pop up on the screen, against a beautiful blue sky; the framing makes it clear that the Gear is on the ground, and neither of the two figures are making any attempt to frame their shot whatsoever. One is a young man who is smiling at his incredible achievement of turning on a Pokegear; the other is a rather exasperated-looking Vulpix. The latter reaches a paw out, puts it on the screen, and begins chittering to the human… who actually seems to understand.]
When the red light is on, it’s recording… okay, got it.
[The Vulpix squeaks again.]
“Say something”? Alright… [The young man rearranges his position in front of the Gear a little bit. One can see that he appears to be wearing purple-and-tan robes with really creepy eye designs on the collar.] Well, people in there, my name’s Henry and I’m from the country of Plegia! My interests include dark magic, nature walks, explosions, murders, explosions with murders— what?
[Henry looks down. The Vulpix can be heard screeching angrily, probably telling him to stop before he gets himself turned in to the police on day one. There is a short scuffle for control of the PokéGear; flashes of amber fur and claws can be seen, the audio becomes nothing but extremely staticky wooshes, and eventually the feed cuts out.]
action - goldenrod rocket hq
[Good morning, Goldenrod Rocket Base. How’s your day been so far? Woke up, stretched a bit, eaten breakfast? Picked up the cup of dirty water that passes for coffee in this joint? That’s good. Everything you’ve just done is normal, and in here, normalcy is a valuable commodity.]
[A commodity that won’t last for much longer, because Henry the dark mage has just woken up in the building.]
[This morning, yet another Grunt seems to have joined the ranks. It’s a young man who can’t be much older than twenty, with snow-white hair and a standard issue uniform. ...Well, “standard issue” except for the part where he has some kind of cape thrown over it. (Uniform regulations? What uniform regulations?) By his side, a Vulpix is walking and grumbling bitterly, and if one looks closely they might see a Murkrow making herself comfortable in the Grunt’s collar.]
[He’s also going around touching things. The walls, the furniture, his Pokemon, your face…]
Ooh, your skin feels nice! It’s super soft!
[Look, just bear with him. He hasn’t had a working sense of touch for quite a few years.]
Oh, hey! It did a thing!
[Two faces pop up on the screen, against a beautiful blue sky; the framing makes it clear that the Gear is on the ground, and neither of the two figures are making any attempt to frame their shot whatsoever. One is a young man who is smiling at his incredible achievement of turning on a Pokegear; the other is a rather exasperated-looking Vulpix. The latter reaches a paw out, puts it on the screen, and begins chittering to the human… who actually seems to understand.]
When the red light is on, it’s recording… okay, got it.
[The Vulpix squeaks again.]
“Say something”? Alright… [The young man rearranges his position in front of the Gear a little bit. One can see that he appears to be wearing purple-and-tan robes with really creepy eye designs on the collar.] Well, people in there, my name’s Henry and I’m from the country of Plegia! My interests include dark magic, nature walks, explosions, murders, explosions with murders— what?
[Henry looks down. The Vulpix can be heard screeching angrily, probably telling him to stop before he gets himself turned in to the police on day one. There is a short scuffle for control of the PokéGear; flashes of amber fur and claws can be seen, the audio becomes nothing but extremely staticky wooshes, and eventually the feed cuts out.]
action - goldenrod rocket hq
[Good morning, Goldenrod Rocket Base. How’s your day been so far? Woke up, stretched a bit, eaten breakfast? Picked up the cup of dirty water that passes for coffee in this joint? That’s good. Everything you’ve just done is normal, and in here, normalcy is a valuable commodity.]
[A commodity that won’t last for much longer, because Henry the dark mage has just woken up in the building.]
[This morning, yet another Grunt seems to have joined the ranks. It’s a young man who can’t be much older than twenty, with snow-white hair and a standard issue uniform. ...Well, “standard issue” except for the part where he has some kind of cape thrown over it. (Uniform regulations? What uniform regulations?) By his side, a Vulpix is walking and grumbling bitterly, and if one looks closely they might see a Murkrow making herself comfortable in the Grunt’s collar.]
[He’s also going around touching things. The walls, the furniture, his Pokemon, your face…]
Ooh, your skin feels nice! It’s super soft!
[Look, just bear with him. He hasn’t had a working sense of touch for quite a few years.]
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...Just as long as you don't mess with me or mine. Hee hee.
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[He's still a little nervous, though.]
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Tell me about your stag beetles. Do they have names?
[He seems... genuinely interested... hopefully...]
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Lucky for me, all my friends can take care of themselves! The only person I have to look after is my daughter, and she's already here.
[Keep in mind that he looks about seventeen-to-twenty.]
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You come from a really strange place.
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[This may have something to do with the fact that he is utterly strange himself.]
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[There's a pause.]
Well, I guess that makes me feel a little better, then! Knowing that my entire world is weird, not just me. Nya ha!
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