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.
[Video]
Oh, it's you.
[Not. Impressed. At all over here, Luke.]
[Video]
[So much grumbling.]
The Professor's here too, so if you think you can get away with anything here, you're wrong.
[Video]
[...Descole, you are currently engaging in a grumblefight with a child. Look at your life. Look at your choices.]
As for your Professor, how effective he'll be here has yet to be seen.
[Video]
[Look at this kid giving you sass, Descole. Kids these days have no respect.]
I'm certain he'll be far more effective then you!
[Video]
For one who seems to pride himself on being such a gentleman, I'm surprised he's willing to associate with such a brat in the first place.
[Video]
A brat-?! That's Layton's apprentice to you! And I'll have you know that I'm ten times the gentleman that you are!
[Video]
[...pretty sure the kid's point still stands, Descole, as true gentlemen also don't get into serious arguments with children while the kids still at least have half an excuse...but, details...]
[Video]
[Luke folds his arms and glares. YEAH TAKE THAT DESCOLE.
This is not one of Luke's more mature moments.]