Jean Descole (
scientificflair) wrote2012-01-22 05:53 pm
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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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Her Pokegear is lying by her side, on; occasionally she'll push a button and hook onto a different feed, just to listen to what's going on! You never know, there could be potential clues to the puzzle she's trying to solve!
So when she pushes the button again, humming to herself, it takes her a minute to realise that she recognizes the voice coming out of it.]]
Hm?
[[Frowning slightly, she turns the 'Gear so that she can actually see the video. Her eyes widen.]]
You have got to be joking!
[[The nerve of him, showing up to Johto on this day! She was having such a good time! She's absolutely furious!!
In fact, her words are blending themselves together in such a twisted mess that the only thing she can push out is-]]
...you!!
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Well, well - if it isn't Professor Layton's assistant herself! I would question to what I owe this pleasure, but I doubt either of us really consider it to be such, now, do we?
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What are you doing here, Descole?!
[[And on her day off, too! She was having a really nice time!]]
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I could very easily ask you the same question - but if your arrival was anything like mine, somehow I don't think you'd have a very good answer, would you?
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[[how dare you use logic when she's angry, she wanted to rant some more
Ugh, let her roll her eyes.]]
Let me guess; you just arrived here from our world, you've no idea how you ended up in that bed, and there's a strange creature following you around. Did I solve the puzzle?
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[No, really, would you like a headpat for your effort?]
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I'll have you know that the Profe-!
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What is it Machi, I'm bu-
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A-ah, a big one?!
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SO TORN
SO TORN]]
Just......wait one second!!
[[Zipping off-screen!!]]
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And don't go anywhere, I'm not finished!!
[[Ok, off again!!]]
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We got it, we got it! Well done, everyone!
10/11 OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY
....LOOK SOAKED AND DISHEVELLED BUT QUITE PLEASED WITH HERSELF
STILL ANGRY AND SERIOUS, THOUGH]]
Alright Descole, you...!
11/11 SO, SO SORRY
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...right about where I ask you what on earth just happened, I believe.
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[[THRILL AS I CROSS MY ARMS AND 'HMPH' AT YOU]]
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Magikarp.
[That sums up just about everything here.]
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[[....
aw hell let her brag for a moment, WITH A FLASH HERE IS HER MASSIVEKARP]]
See? This is a Magikarp. I caught it myself! With the help of my Pokemon, of course.
[[Ooh, have a smirk.]]
I take it you don't know about Pokemon, and how to catch them?
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We've established that you've been here for longer than I have already, haven't we? Honestly, if you're trying to act superior based on things you probably should have figured out by now...
...on second thought, perhaps I don't blame you - still trying to assert yourself in any way you can?
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We'll see how confident you are without your silly machines to hide behind, Descole!!
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YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE POKEMON HE WAS BLESSED WITH]
If you think I need to hide behind my machines, this is going to prove interesting indeed - just not in the way you intend, I'm sure!
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