Jean Descole (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scientificflair) wrote2012-01-22 05:53 pm
scientificflair) wrote2012-01-22 05:53 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *video,
- + azusa miura,
- + clive dove,
- + cobra commander,
- + emmy altava,
- + frank archer,
- + gorthan,
- + king bradley,
- + lando ascad,
- + laytoooooon,
- + luke triton,
- all aboard the hot mess express,
- dramatic lighting,
- god i am so fucking fabulous,
- hipster angles,
- true art is poorly-lit,
- villainy!!!!,
- what do you mean it's not awesome
001. Video.
[The 'Gear had been an interesting thing to figure out - an amusing little toy, really; while calling it a puzzle would have been giving it entirely too much credit, Descole had enjoyed himself with it for a while. The afternoon had been spent watching the others post to the network; apparently he wasn't the only one that had randomly found himself stuck here. Really, there had been at least one other that day posting to say that they had found themselves in the same predicament.
How odd.
Tonight, his own feed comes alive, focusing in on a dimly-lit room and just enough of a figure to indicate that there's a person sitting in that chair over there, though he's leaning back and the camera is situated at an angle in relation to the person, keeping his face out of view of the camera. There doesn't appear to be too many distinguishing points about the individual, as he appears to be draped in a long black cape of some sort, though toward the upper corner of the frame, there's an obvious fluffy shock of white among all the dark folds of fabric, and the edges of his sleeves are ruffled and white, pale against what's visible of his hands where they're folded against what appears to be a desk or table of some sort.
All part of the act, of course; keep the audience guessing.
When he speaks, his voice is cordial, but almost stiffly formal - not quite rehearsed, but he's clearly been thinking about what to say for some time.]
Assuming this message manages to reach anyone, if someone would do me the favor of actually obliging me and letting me know where I am, that would be appreciated - there was a red-haired woman in here earlier claiming that she was doing exactly that, but unfortunately, she didn't say anything terribly useful.
[He leans forward a bit, the slightest hint of a smirk edging into the frame above that white boa.]
And if anyone just happens to know where my swords have gone...really, if you know what's in your best interests you'll return them as quickly as possible. I can't say there won't be any hard feelings, but I'm sure we can work something out.
How odd.
Tonight, his own feed comes alive, focusing in on a dimly-lit room and just enough of a figure to indicate that there's a person sitting in that chair over there, though he's leaning back and the camera is situated at an angle in relation to the person, keeping his face out of view of the camera. There doesn't appear to be too many distinguishing points about the individual, as he appears to be draped in a long black cape of some sort, though toward the upper corner of the frame, there's an obvious fluffy shock of white among all the dark folds of fabric, and the edges of his sleeves are ruffled and white, pale against what's visible of his hands where they're folded against what appears to be a desk or table of some sort.
All part of the act, of course; keep the audience guessing.
When he speaks, his voice is cordial, but almost stiffly formal - not quite rehearsed, but he's clearly been thinking about what to say for some time.]
Assuming this message manages to reach anyone, if someone would do me the favor of actually obliging me and letting me know where I am, that would be appreciated - there was a red-haired woman in here earlier claiming that she was doing exactly that, but unfortunately, she didn't say anything terribly useful.
[He leans forward a bit, the slightest hint of a smirk edging into the frame above that white boa.]
And if anyone just happens to know where my swords have gone...really, if you know what's in your best interests you'll return them as quickly as possible. I can't say there won't be any hard feelings, but I'm sure we can work something out.
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[[God it's really hard to look intimidating whilst cradling this giant fish go back into your Pokeball, you]]
I'm not going to let you run amok and destroy anything here! You've done enough in our world!
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I think we might be]
Oh, believe me, I intend to back up everything I'm saying to you now, should I be required to - and if an opportunity presents itself, you're hardly going to be the one to stop me!
[An opportunity to...what, exactly, is still unclear!]
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Oh we'll see about that! I've been waiting for an opportunity to put you in your place, and this is the perfect one!!
[[This would be incredibly dramatic if it wasn't so...
...
shut up she's awesome]]
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I'll look forward to crushing your attempt - your defeat will be beautiful to orchestrate!
[...what in pluperfect hell are they even yelling about anymore]
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Well I hope it's a little more effective then what I've seen from you so far! Otherwise I've practically won already!
[[This is going to end so well, hopefully not with her hurling her 'Gear into the creek]]
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[[You can have a wink~!]]
Although the legs of your excavating machine were stupidly easily to disable!
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[Sorry, was there more to that?]
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I'm perfectly capable, thanks! You can't intimidate me with all your empty posturing!
Come on, one-on-one, let's go! Where are you?!
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[AND WITH THAT, WE ARE HANGING UP!]
1/3
2/3
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3/3
GET UP MACHI
FORGET THE BREAK, WE'RE SPARRING]]