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]
[...What is this; is this fangirling?]
I suppose that makes you an expert on the subject? How long have you been pursuing this field?
[VIDEO]
Well, I'm not going to date myself by giving you an exact number, but it's been many, many years now.
[VIDEO]
[...You know, it's actually difficult to tell considering you're concealing half your face there. Oh well, this makes the whole eye-contact issue less of a problem, right?]
Well, if these can be used as weapons, I'm afraid you'll have a difficult time here. This place seems intent on ensuring the safety of its inhabitants; it's against the law to have any sort of weapon here in Johto.
[Outside of the murderbeasts, that is.]
[VIDEO]
It seems that someone didn't think this place through very well at all.
[VIDEO]
[Bunch of wimps.]
That's not particularly important now, though. I assume you'll be attempting to return home, then?
[VIDEO]
Well, I certainly can't stay here any longer than is really necessary. I trust you're doing the same?
[VIDEO]
[...Okay, that was a bit more somber than it needed to be, hold on.]
That doesn't mean I won't enjoy my time here, however.
[That's better!]
[VIDEO]
...primarly because he doesn't care. You're a random stranger who doesn't want to go home. That's nice. Moving on.]
It certainly sounds like you will, at any rate.
[VIDEO]
Of course. I believe you mentioned you received two Pokémon? What are they?
[Look, a wild subject change appeared!]